Justin has gotten weaker and weaker with every Chemo treatment. But he's keeping a strong face for Eden and I . I'm now 6 months pregnant as I'm as big as a whale. My body is just exhausted. Justin tries to be an involved dad but I can tell he is in pain. We are going in for a check up with Dr. Johnson today. I'm hoping for the best but expecting the worst. We got ready and drove to the hospital and sat in the waiting room. I could tell that Justin was nervous because he was fidgety. I took is hand and held it and looked at him with a reassuring smile. They called Justin's name and I let go of his hand and they took him back for testing. I put eden on my knee and bounced her up and down to calm my nerves. It has been about an hour and I still haven't heard anything. I began to worry he could have passed out and worse died. Then I saw Dr. Johnson come in and told me to come back I knew it was going to be bad news.i picked up eden and put her in my hip and threw the diaper bag over my shoulder and followed the doctor. Justin was laying in a hospital bed and wearing a gown so I knew he was going to be admitted. I ran to his side and took his hand as the doctor started. "So we ran a PSA scan and the results where very bad." I looked down. He put up the picture of his scan on the light box "so the tumor had taken up most of his lungs and he has only 20% of lung capacity left." I started to cry into his shoulder. "So what can we do?" I cried. "He is on top of the transplant list for a new set of lungs and we are not equipped to do that surgery but I know of a top of the line transplant surgery in Seattle" the doctor continued. "But is he able to travel that far, he is too weak" I cried. "Hana this is our only option left now" "and if we don't do this?" I question. "Then he only has about maybe a couple months".
