It all began back in May 2010. My fiance got sick with a cold that got misdiagnosed all over the place and ended with a paratonsular abscess being drained. At this time his right lymph node became very swollen.
Eh, swollen lymph node. No big deal right? The docs said it would go down within a year. But it didn't.
Quite the opposite actually. If anything it grew. And another lymph node on the right side closer to the back of his head began to swell up too.
Fast forward to mid December 2010. My fiance gets sick again with a cold but the symptoms are similar to the symptoms in May so he goes to the hospital to get it checked out. He's told the story countless times to various doctors and I've been in the room but the exact details of all the hospital visits that followed escape me now.
Long story short - after several visits a biopsy was done on the lymph nodes and the result was cancer.
I guess it's not typical for you to get called in to the hospital if your biopsy results are good. That seems crystal clear to me now. However, when my fiance got called in to come get his results on Dec. 27 and asked me to go with him, I said no. I honestly didn't think anything would come of it.
About 5 hours later my fiance returns from the hospital. I'm sitting at the table with my step dad who is going to take us out for dinner. I ask my fiance what the results were and he says cancer. Can I believe what I'm hearing? The word is too devastating to describe. I get up and hug him. We cry. I excuse us from the table so we can talk in private.
That was the first big blow. And they just keep coming...
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