You have cancer.  Those are the words we have all come to fear.  Last week my sister, Pat, heard those words.

We have gathered as a family, prayed, and visited.  We all still find it hard to talk about the cancer.  It has consumed us.  We are scared of what we will find out in the days to come, and afraid of not knowing what will happen.

Today, she had her port and pik lines put in, and is in some discomfort.  I am worried I spelled the pik line wrong... but can't bring myself to read any more about it, today. Tomorrow she will begin her war against her enemy, small cell lung cancer.  Although she knows what is ahead she is ready to fight for her life.

I thought I would keep this diary of what she is going through to keep all those that love her up-to-date, and maybe later it will serve someone else that is on the same journey.  Perhaps this will take the place of the endless phone calls I feel compelled to make daily; what else can I do?

Tomorrow we will have the results of her PET scan.  If the cancer is isolated in her lung she will also begin radiation therapy five days a week-- along with the chemo therapy 3 days a week, for six weeks. 

Keep us in your prayers as we journey onward, together.

J