With the return of bowel function and the accompanying sense of normalcy, it was hard to imagine that there was a raging, murderous tumor inside me. But there was. That morning, without the official biopsy results from the colonoscopy back yet, Dr. D.C. came to tell us that my CEA was 53, whereas a normal CEA is less than 5. If there had been any part of us that had hoped I did not have cancer, that hope was completely erased by this news.
