So the pathology came back ...

... not good, but not so bad either. The tumor was malignant, metastized from the original cancer in my esphogas. It took 2years and 10 months, but that stray cancer cell found a place to grow. That's the good news. We know what kind of cancer it is, we know it has responded well to chemo and radiation in the past. There are no random shots this time, we know what we are dealing with. The doctors are all optomistic and have never uttered the words terminal or stage.

I have appt.s in Los Angeles today, Monday, at 9, 10, and 2pm. For labs, cat scan, MRI, and mapping. Then I go in Weds, Thurs, Fri for actual radiation. The treatment is focused, intense and I am expected to be phyically wiped out after the treatments are done at the end of the week.

Next week, I see the great and mighty Dr. Mario Curti, my oncologist. We will determine our chemo plan of attack and go from there.

To a novice, this would be terrifying. But I am no stranger to this routine and although the words brain + cancer sound horrific, it is still a blip compared to what I've been through.

I spoke with Charlie Foster today, family from Arizona, I felt sooo much better after talking to him. Somthing about his voice and words put me at peace. He prayed for me and even fasted for me today. I think when I talk to him I feel nothing but pure faith, love and honesty. I can't thank him enough for the phone call.

I will keep you all updated.

Love, Heather