We Love, Mr. Wade!

I just copied this from Sara's Facebook post; I think it says everything perfectly! If you’ve heard it once, you’ve heard it a million times….God does indeed work in mysterious ways. Most of you know that Wade Watts had a ROUGH summer. Within a month period, he cut his leg—>got infected—>ended up in the ER to receive IV antibiotics, he got bilateral leg surgeries (actually unrelated to septic leg), then the cherry on top…he got hit in his widdle bitty Accord by a big truck that ran a stoplight. He ended up in the ER AGAIN with neck pain and a CT was ordered. Well, he had no significant injuries but they did note a “benign looking lesion” on his thyroid that needed follow up. Coolcoolcool. Deductible has been met 10 times over so let’s do this. After extensive follow up, we actually learned this week that he has papillary thyroid cancer with multiple metastatic lymph nodes in his neck. Because of the extensive nature of the lymph node involvement, he has been referred to MD Anderson for resection. We will do further CTs and labs at MDA but, if no other mets, the prognosis is good. We are trying to be grateful for the wreck and (assuming no other mets 🤞🏽) having caught it early. But dang, y’all, I’ll be honest. We’re struggling with gratitude right now. I hate that our children’s childhood has been so affected by the “C word.” I hate that they know how scary just the mention of MDA is and that they completely understand what big, important words like “prognosis” mean. I hate that they watched my Mom succumb to cancer then, just last year, watched me go through the most painful thing I’ve ever experienced (including two natural childbirths) with a mastectomy to avoid more cancer. And I really hate that our rock, our favorite man in the world is facing this scary unknown. I have to believe that this will be another blip in our lives and we will be cancer-free and live many more decades together but I am so very tired of these blips. We would love your prayers, positive vibes, fireside chants, or anything else you think might work. Our goal is to get this taken care of, while affecting the kids’ lives as little as possible. We’ll likely head to MDA in the coming weeks. While I’m grateful for their services, I have so few positive memories with Mom’s treatment and I’m dreading going there already. At the end of the day, I need this guy to be okay with or without an attempted beheading-looking scar on his neck. I just really need that. I need more of his silliness, more sharing of our inside jokes, more of his clothes laid right beside the hamper but never in it, more of his Boy Scout loving with Ev and trying to understand soccer with CC (more of him asking me what offsides is over and over again), more of his amazing cooking, more of his wine fairy duties, more of his snoring, just more of my Homet. Selfishly, I just need him to be okay.