I wish I was a baller. I wish I was a little bit taller. I wish I had a rabbit in a hat and a 6 4 Impalla.
There are too many people to thank for all that they have done for us over the last 2+ years, but I am going to throw a shout out to one young lady. Last Sunday, a girl from our church decided that she wanted to throw Cole a birthday party. It was a great success, and Cole really enjoyed himself. Despite being shy at first, Logan even eventually warmed up and had a good time. His favorite part was when he got to give Cole a whipped cream mustache. Thank you Anna. You did a great thing.
So here is what had happeneded. When Dr. Sullivan poked a camera into Cole’s belly area, she found a golf ball sized mass and some damaged intestine. As a result, she went in and pulled out the mass. She also cut out the damaged intestine and reattached the ends (basically the same thing that I do with my sprinkler system every year). Cole now has 27’ minus 40cm of intestine (for all of you red blooded Mericans who do not know how long a cm is, too bad), and no mass.
The mass appears to be made up of mature cells. Now while many (your humble bumble author notwithstanding) people aspire to achieve maturity, cancer cells do not. In the world of cancer, mature = begnin = not spreading = pretty freakin awesome. This opens up the possibility that the other cancer spots are also mature.
We are hoping that with this mass being gone, which they are pretty sure caused the damage to the intestines, the stomach pain will be gone as well. Just think, mature cancer cells, no stomach pain…..I can live with that. So can Cole.
Cole is recovering nicely. He came home today and when I asked him what he wanted to eat (he had basically not eaten any real food since noon on Sunday), he said, “anything, as long as it is meat.” That’s my boy.