After an arduous surgery and two different chemotherapy protocols, we kept proving them wrong when they'd issue their cheery little discharge notes stating he may have less than 2 months to live.
Made them eat our dust in Maine back in September.
Threw snow in the face of defeat in February in Idaho.
We may be running low on ammo. Test results from full staging back in April were good. Yesterday's results were bad: cancer is fully out of remission.
Emergency reconvening with oncology team on Monday to weigh options.
Cole's hematocrit and platelet count is already too low to start him on a third rescue protocol.
We played this one out well, but the final act is upon us, no way out this time, except right through it, just like my favorite Wagner operas.
Valhalla ain't gonna know what hit it when Cole and I get there!
Seats back, tray tables in their full upright position, seat belts fastened, turbulence ahead, nothing we can't weather together.
