By Lorry Myers
One year ago this December, I was making a list and checking it twice and the list had
nothing to do with the holidays. This time last year, I was packing for my youngest daughter’s wedding and worrying about the weather. Family and friends were traveling from everywhere, rooms were reserved, the caterer coming, and the funds were non-refundable.
What a difference a year makes.
Last December, guests watched a young couple promise to love and honor each other all the days of their lives. We laughed that night and we cried, we ate Lil’ Debbie’s and Krispy Kremes, and danced the night away. The weather was cloudless and clear for December and every one there that magical night, could feel Mariah and Tanner’s devotion to one another.
The future looked very merry and bright.
The first months into this year, Tanner was treated for sinus infections and ear infections and tonsil infections. Still, the young couple had a plan and they stuck to it, ready for the next step toward the rest of their lives. The week they found a house where they could start their family, was the week Tanner has his adenoids taken out, thinking that simple surgery might be the answer to his never ending head cold.
It was the answer all right.
When the pathology report came back, these young newly weds were caught off guard. Tanner was diagnosed with an advanced stage of Nasopharynex cancer. In other words, there was a tumor interwoven throughout his soft palate, from the base of his spine up to the edge of his brain. The tumor had encroached into his ears and had already invaded his lymph nodes.
The treatment plan was not the plan they had prepared for.
Very quickly the rest of their lives changed. While other young couples were attending summer barbeques or getting away for the weekend, the cancer center was Mariah and Tanner’s new home. When other newlyweds were shopping for their first home and paint to brighten the walls, Mariah and Tanner were shopping for medicine and cures to ease pain.
Please let there be something to ease the pain.
For the complete column, please see this week’s edition of the Centralia Fireside Guard.