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A little over an hour into his colonoscopy, my husband's nurse paged me to come to the recovery room. I couldn't get any straight answers from the nurses or the doctors, but I could tell something was very very wrong.
Robbie, my husband, was barely awake when the doctor met with us. All I remember was a look of shock on the doctor's face when he said, “adenocarcinoma."
“Adeno-what,” I asked, in disbelief. “What does that mean?”
“We found a large tumor in your husband’s colon and were unable to complete the colonoscopy,” the doctor replied. It would still be a few days until all of the tests were back, but in no uncertain terms, Robbie had colon cancer, would have to undergo chemotherapy, surgery, and more chemotherapy.
I had to stop myself from laughing. This couldn’t be happening. Not to us. Not right now. I was going to wake up from this nightmare and everything would be normal again. My dad would be alive agai. Robbie’s dad would have never been diagnosed with colon cancer a mere year ago, and he would be alive and healthy in California.
We would just return to our home with our beautiful two-year old twins. I slowly realized that was not going to happen.
That’s just the beginning of our story, though. Robbie’s cancer physically and mentally changed us in ways we would have never imagined. The cancer saved our marriage. It healed the grief from the sudden death of both of our fathers. From that moment in the recovery room, our lives were forever changed.
Come join us as we continue celebrating this new lease on life.