Here's an update:
I have made two trips to Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York in recent weeks. After a diagnostic laparoscopy procedure (where they make two small incisions and insert a camera in my belly to see what's going on in there) last Friday, they have determined that it's possible to attempt surgery on me again. This would be the same surgery that the University of Minnesota attempted on me back in January, but had to abort once I was opened up on the operating table because my cancer had spread too far.
Sloan believes that after 4 months of chemotherapy, my cancer has been contained and even knocked down a little, making surgery possible again. Of course, nothing is certain. They very well could open me up again, only to stop once they actually see what's going on inside of me. But the Sloan surgeon is more experienced than the U of M surgeon, and he will have a liver surgeon in the room with him to deal with a potentially tricky spot near my liver.
To refresh your memory, the surgery involves removing all visible tumors, then pouring heated chemotherapy into my belly. The procedure is very invasive and takes about 8-12 hours. If all goes well -- and that's a big if -- I'll spend one week in the hospital and another week hanging around New York in case something goes wrong. That's a minimum of two weeks away from home and my kids, so that's going to be difficult.
Is the surgery a magical cure? Unfortunately, no. Of course, I'm always hopeful that someone will say, "Cross Face Chicken Wing, you are now cured from cancer!" But with how bad my cancer is, that likely will never happen.
The purpose of the surgery is to get me cancer-free for an extended period of time. Being cancer-free means no chemotherapy. Chemo absolutely blows. If I can be cancer-free for a year or two and not have to deal with chemo, this surgery and the long recovery period will be totally worth it.
I plan on devouring a whole bunch of wrestling while stuck in New York. The Puerto Rico set, Terry Funk and Regal footage are at the top of my list. My poor mom is staying with me out there and will be driven nuts by old-school wrestling by day 2, I'm guessing. I'll also have wrestling podcasts going to pass the time. Between the Sheets, Exile, 6:05, Where the Big Boys Play, etc. will all be blaring. Again, my poor mom.
That about sums up where I'm at. Surgery is set for Friday, 7/29. If you're the praying type, I can always use some extra prayers. If you'd rather just cut a heel promo threatening my cancer with severe bodily harm inside of the steel cage at the local arena next Friday night, I'd take that, too.
As always, my Caring Bridge site usually has the latest updates: https://www.caringbridge.org/visit/adamspack