Here’s the dealio… doc tells me my blood-work and body scans
show no current signs of cancer. Keyword: current.
I go back in April for a rinse and repeat of the tests.
Now – this is good news – great news in fact. But keep in mind, we’re talking five-freakin’-year
bellcurves! I mean, I’ll take my three
months and be totally, completely, and ever irreversibly thankful. But there’s April and the expectation that
the other shoe could drop. Then
again, one of the great lessons here is that one never knows when the first
shoe will drop.
In the meantime, the news continues to sink in. The day the doc told me this good news, I
felt like I was standing in the middle of a smoldering crater with a sense of
now what? There is a savor, I think, of
PTSD (maybe, kinda-sorta?). Having never
been in combat I use the term in a highly unprofessional and completely non-clinical
manner. Apologies to those who have that real deal. Then again, I’ve been in a
number of tight spots and so my stress-memory isn’t as flabby as my midsection.
Bottom line here: sorting things will
take a while.
Anyways – unless something happens, no more cancer
updates for a while.
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