I got my scan results on Friday. Well most of them anyway. It seems that there was some miscommunication between my oncologist's office and the radiology dept at my hospital. I did not have a complete set of scans taken last week.
The ones I got were clean. We're about 99% sure that the ones I still need to have will be clean but I still have to go for them. Fun times. I am waiting on word from my oncologist's office that my insurance company will approve this process (AGAIN).
I feel good.
I look good (so I am told).
I look back often at a year ago. I was cancer free and dreading my chemo appointments because I felt great in between and I FELT LIKE HELL for several days after treatment. I spent time wondering why we had to keep pumping poison into my body. Yes, that's right, I was questioning the grand plan.
You do that when you're bald and you're not supposed to be. When you have sores on your mouth and it burns to eat and drink certain foods. When you live for several days in this ridiculous haze that you cannot break on your own. The toxic drugs need to clear your system. Some days I still have some haze, and my fingers tingle and I forget 27451 different things and I get frustrated.
But I won.
I have enjoyed every day or at least one thing every day since kicking cancer to the curb.
And I will continue to