We met with Brock’s oncologist last Wednesday for his last dose of IV chemo and to discuss an end-of-treatment plan.
Jay and I cried.
Not because it was the last dose of IV chemo.
Not because Brock was just 10 days away from the very end of treatment.
Not because we were remembering everything he’s been through.
We cried because Brock’s doctor walked in, sat down, and said
“So. I think we can stop the antifungal medicine whenever he finishes chemo.”
We’re scared to stop the antifungal because what if the fungal infection gets worse. But we’re scared to stay on it because it causes skin cancer. He’s already had one mole biopsied that came back as pre-canceorus, and he has 3 more than need to be looked at.
We’re scared. Or at least I am. Jay might be handling it a little better than me.
Pray that the fungal infection will heal completely. Pray that, as his immune system recovers from 3.5 years of chemo, it will be able to completely eliminate every last bit of aspergillus.
Pray that he stays in remission and that leukemia will never ever be a part of our lives again.
Pray that skin cancer will never ever ever be one of his diagnoses. (This is honestly, the one I’m most worried about).
Tomorrow night Brock takes his last dose of chemo. But it’s not over, friends. There are still things to petition God for.
However, thankfully, mercifully, so much more to praise Him for.