This morning we went to the neurosurgeon's office. We were there 90 minutes early because the appointment time had been changed twice but I (Allen) never heard about the changes! At least we weren't late. The neurosurgeon's assistant saw us. She thought Amy's wound looked good. We told her that we hoped to return to Peru soon and she said that we should get follow-up MRIs in Peru and send them to the office.
After lots of prayers and talking to people, Amy has decided to forego chemotherapy or radiation treatment and return to Peru soon. Neither would be curative, and as Christians looking forward to heaven, pursuing treatment here to possibly extend life by a few months, with all the risks and side-effects, seems foolish.
So, if we get approval from our church and SIM, we hope to return to Peru at the end of January. It doesn't seem sensible to just sit around Omaha waiting and worrying about a recurrence that hopefully will never happen (she wasn't supposed to live past 2007 before) so we are deciding to minister as much as we can with the time we have.
We told the kids our plans at supper (contingent upon approval, which we expect to get) and there were cheers and smiles all around.
