By the time the surgeon showed up we were extremely nervous. Somehow we started having the weird feeling that something was wrong, even though the surgery had been so quick.
The Dr. arrived and talked to us In such a direct way, so straight forward that it took about a minute for us to react. Unfortunately he had bad news. Rene's thymoma was not a small encapsulated tumor as he expected but a mass that had already started to invade other areas that are just too painful for me to mention here. I tried to illustrate it on the picture #2. The picture #1 is what the Dr. and ourselves had in mind before the surgery.
All I can say is that that was the most painful day of my life. I have suffered all kinds of pains, but knowing that a loved one is in serious risk is the most traumatic feeling that I ever experienced.
We had a moment of collapse, but fortunately and because the human brain is something amazing, we started, little by little, putting all the pieces of our broken hearts back together.
Up to this point the thing that made us think positive was the fact that the surgeon had been able to take the invasive mass out of Rene's body. There are cases when this cannot be done, that's why the surgery was considered successful. But the truth is that what's coming next is a tough effort to extend Rene's life as much as possible. The chemotherapy will start soon and it will be aggressive because the cancer is already in his blood cells.
Forgive me if I need to say that I have felt weak/unsure about sharing something so sensitive in this blog. But I'm doing it (with my brother's permission) because there is so much for us to learn from Rene's story. I believe that we're all a human family and we all have something to learn from each other. Right now I see Rene not only as my beloved brother, but also as an amazing and inspiring human being. He's my hero and my teacher right now. In other posts I will tell you why.