From the beginning of my Dad’s cancer diagnosis, I was waiting on that little ray of sunshine to bless us all. I didn’t care what form it took – better than average test results, a glimmer in a doctor’s eye, or just general good news. I wasn’t going to be picky. I was going to be patient.
Then the call came from Casey, who traveled with him for his first treatment at MD Anderson in Houston. All had gone as planned. The good news: his doctor was putting him in the 90th percentile for complete remission.
There will be very few rays of sunshine as he moves through six months of chemotherapy. Rest assured, I’ll be keeping my eyes peeled for every single one.