fight song

Despite our best efforts to expose them to so much more (or maybe because of? What's wrong with a little Queen, Bob Marley, and Taj Mahal?), our girls are fully into pop music these days.  And this song (in addition to being the Olympics theme song and played constantly during those 2 weeks) gets played on a continual loop in our house (and thus in my brain).  I think it has become the soundtrack of our life here in Miami.  Well that and Camila Cabello's Havana because you can't escape that song here!

And we tend to frame this road with cancer as a healing path and not a fight.  It feels better that way, to us.  But yet, sometimes there is no way around the fact that we need a "fight song" a "take back my life song" a "prove I'm alright song".  I guess this is it. 

So, this week Andy's test results came back and they were good. The MRI of his heart showed that the function is back to normal (indicating it was the drugs not the tumor causing a problem) and that the tumor itself has not yet invaded the heart tissue.  His doctor has decided to put him back on the medications at a lower dose hoping that his heart can handle that.  He'll be watched closely.  The MRI did not show us if the tumors in his lungs are continuing to shrink.  For that we have to wait (again) for the next CT scan which is scheduled in a couple of weeks. 

He is feeling tired in many ways. We all are.  There isn't a lot we can do about that, other than crank this little pop song and move forward.  So onward.