We've been dealing with a lot of questions and answers around here. I didn't want to blog it to the world until we knew a little more, but it didn't seem right to act like nothing is going on. My dear husband has Cancer. He got nasal surgery a few weeks ago and they found a very rare form called olfactory neuroblastoma (or esthesioneuroblastoma), a cancer of the nerve cells that are responsible for smell. Very few cases have been discovered. It looks like he'll need another surgery and most likely radiation. We were told chemo too at first but this form rarely spreads. We are basically going to have a shitty summer, but we want to try and protect the kids from it as much as possible. Ty is fairly upbeat and determined to beat it and be as normal as possible. He started working from home which has been great. The good news is that it looks like the original surgery got most of it (maybe all) and the rest of his body looks clear. This is treatable and we are doing what we need to do to treat it.
Life goes on, we got back from the appointment when the doctor gave us the news, and there was laundry in the washer to put into the dryer. We had to figure out what to have for dinner. The baby was raking the carpet and eating up dog hair, I figured it's time to vacuum again. Life goes on because it has to. The grandparents took Butters to the Zoo for the day last week and I got totally sad, I didn't have the distractions and I started to feel sorry. If we didn't have the kids things would be so different.
Sometimes it's best not to ask the questions, so let's try to end on a happy note. We went to a strawberry festival today at Biringer Farm. It was a blast-Butters got to sit in a firetruck, jump in inflatables, eat strawberry shortcake and we even got to meet the SeaFair pirates, local legends which Baby Girl was not as impressed with! Don't you worry about her, she stopped crying the second I held her again. I told the Pirate what every women tells a man, "It's not him, it's me!"