.Today, 22 May 2018 is another special day and milestone in what it marks 2 years since Zoe's diagnosis.
Today, 22 may 2018 is another special day and milestone in what it marks 2 years since le's diagnosis for Zoe and our family.
The sunday where we were going to miss a birthday party to get an MRI in the hospital hoping to be reassured.
Hours of delay before being taken, and then finally our MRI without anaesthesia to save time, as desired by the doctors. Zoe being terrorized.
Sylvain and I were in the big waiting room. Sylvain was watching football on one side of the room, I'm watching Britain''s Got Talent on the other. Without knowing it, we were living our last moments in "normality". and then the doctors came to pick us up without talking to us and take us to a small room. Zoe had a brain tumour, that's all we wanted to tell us that night. Zoe was going to spend the night at the hospital for observation. The medical team was going to meet and we'd see them again the next morning with Dad. In another small private room with always those handkerchiefs at hand.
And it was the morning of 23 May that we were hearing for the first time about this monster - one of the worst pediatric cancers.
Sylvain asked " when do we operate?" . We were told that it was not possible as where the tumour was it was impossible. We are offered radiotherapy which will only save a little time, 9 months on average, hence the need to return home and create memories. Also the importance of trying to live normally...
Our "Medium-sized tumour" that we were talking about the night before was actually 5 CM. I still see them asking us repeatedly " you're sure Zoe never had headaches?"
It was in English and yet it would have been Chinese. It would have been the same and completely incomprehensible because it was impossible to ingest. Cancer only happens to others. Not the kids. Not our little Zoe, not our little Miss Sunshine. Not to our pretty family. Not to us. We had a healthy life. We were too happy. We had the chance to live abroad, we were bilingual, we loved too much life... and yet, it's our princess that cancer has chosen...
Two years post-diagnosis is great, but it's not enough when you should have your whole life ahead of you.
We're still fighting princess. Already because Zoe in Greek means "life". and then also because life only makes sense with you.
We will never give up. We all love you too much Zoe.