Nick and I have this habit of doing things young. We were the first of our friends to get married, the first to buy a home, and now… the first to begin a battle against a formidable opponent. Last week, we took Nick to the hospital with what we were sure was a ruptured appendix. He was rushed into the ER and underwent a surgery to remove his appendix as well as a mass that had formed (presumably from the infection). As if this whole situation wasn’t already scary enough, the surgeon emerged from the OR after the surgery with a little, umm… surprise.
Nick’s appendix had, in fact, ruptured but it turns out that it was not from a common infection. A tumor had formed in his appendix, causing it to eventually burst from the strain. The tumor had then leaked enough of a mucus-like substance to create a mass that had settled in his lower abdomen. They told us they were sending both masses to pathology and he would be in the hospital for at least a few more days to recover. At this point, we were definitely shaken but it seemed as though the worst had passed. Nick was healing well and healing fast. But, as the days went on, I began to worry; why was it taking so long for us to get his results back? On the morning of September 30th, just two weeks before my husband’s 25th birthday, we received a horrifying, life-altering call. Nick has been diagnosed with mucinous adenocarcinoma of the appendix, which is a very rare type of cancerous tumor that can release cells into other areas of the abdomen. We had a good cry together after recieving the news. But, since then, Nick has been ever-optimistic and I’ve been doing research, calling oncology departments, and trying to keep level-headed.
I will be by his side through every step of this (hopefully short) journey to health. He is my life, my love, and the most amazing thing that has ever happened to me. I have been blessed with the privilege of being married to my best friend and I am ready to declare war to keep it that way. We are hopeful. We are confident. We will gather our resources. And, no matter what the obstacle (one being that we will more than likely have to travel to the East Coast to recieve appropriate treatment), I will find a way to get Nick the care he needs.
To take a break from the chaos yesterday, Nick and I took a walk in the clean autumn air. He took that time to share with me his awe-inspiring view on the subject,
“God is going to teach us something through this. I’m not sure what the lesson is yet. Did you notice that, even just this week waiting for results, we’ve been happier than ever? He’s already reminding us to enjoy the blessings we have and to enjoy every day that we have together.”
Well spoken, babe, as always… Now, let’s kick some cancer behind!