I wanted to follow up as I think you guys that have shared with me your thoughts/feelings/prayers deserve to know where the Tang family is standing.
The wife went in for surgery and got checked in on Tuesday with the surgery on Wednesday. The results leading up to this during the chemo schedule was more than what we expected. A long story short but the procedure to one hour and forty minutes...almost to the minute that the doctor told me it would until he would come for me and discuss how it went. The health insurance office on the base sent a translator down to help me talk to the doc and to stay with me. She showed up knowing my wife's name and a box of chocolates from the Japanese ladies at that office to give to her. Mrs. Tang, unlikely me, has the ability to make friends in a very short amount of time and even had the people flipping the money to pay the bills rooting for her and making check ups for her on her behalf...pretty fucking awesome.
One of the concerns we were prepared about was that there are sometimes differences during the operation itself in what they find. MRI's, CT scans, ultrasounds...all of those things share the same thing and that is at the end of the day, it is still equipment looking from the outside to the inside. Nothing substitutes hands on with the doc's very own eyes. With that said, I was informed that what he saw during the operation was even BETTER than what the tests have predicted. The doctor feels that he got it and that she will be on the road to full recovery. He also said that outside of the incision, there was virtually no bleeding whatsoever which was a sign that he was most happy again. I guess masses/tumors will bleed a lot when disturbed and having no bleeding is yet another awesome sign.
The wife is still in the hospital and I am playing Mr. Mom right now with my boys where hopefully she gets released sometime next week. We then go back in another week for the final test to see if my wife is truly cancer free. I asked the doc, outside the tests and the numbers and all the things he is going to run...but at the end of the day.....what is his feeling on this. I was informed by the translator that he would do a backflip if she isn't cancer free...he is that confident. He said it was one of the smoothest procedures he has ever done.
We were informed by the hospital that we couldn't bring the boys there for visits as they were too young to be in the hospital. This was a painful memory for me because I was fed the same shit with my mom when I was about my oldest boys' age and I never saw her again when she got admitted. So naturally I listened to the rules expressed to us by the administration and then in a calm, direct and deliberate manner....I brought the boys with me yesterday to see her...fuck 'em! If you could have seen my five year old yell MOMMY! and went on a dead ass spring down the long corridor to get to her...then you would have seen that I made the right choice. Give me the fucking fine...I don't care. We went to the café and ate ice cream floats as my two year became velcro'd to my wife's lap. There will be more to follow up but like I told the wife...it feels as if the shift has happened. The shift from fighting to keeping our spirits up to try to get through to the shift of healing where she gets better now and it's an incredibly awesome feeling! To say I am thankful doesn't even begin to describe it. I sat on a park bench when the wife was resting after the operation and thought to myself....'not this time...not to these boys.'