Good News

Over three (😳 3!) years ago I created this blog for two reasons.  First, I was exhausted from chemo and on the rare occasion I had energy to spend time with someone, I didn’t want to waste it on synopsis.    Second, I needed to complain but didn’t want to whine.  Almost all of these posts started out as a variation of “This sucks.  Boo hoo”.  I’d read what I wrote and hate it.  So, then I’d add humor like I was adding tequila to a margarita.  The process was therapeutic. Like a margarita.
L-R: Lydia, Luna, Anna & Gabriella

When I wasn’t freaking out and/or feeling like shit, I didn’t write.  For a long time, I had a lot to say because things sucked pretty consistently.  Now, it’s been over a year since recurrence, surgery and recovery and I haven’t written anything in a long time.  I always said that no news is good news.  However, 2020 has been really shitty and so I’ve decided to share some good news.

A few weeks ago I had my third MRI since being diagnosed in 2017.  The first MRI changed my diagnosis from Stage 3, to Stage 4.  (remember, there is no Stage 5)  Two years later, the second MRI found recurrence in the liver which lead to more surgery and more recovery and the ominous weight of a cancer that acts like Jason Voorhees.  A year after that and it was time for a third MRI.  The stress levels leading up to it were enormous.

The results of my third MRI came back with no evidence of cancer.  I was shocked.  It’s taken a long time to sink in. 

This year, any good news should be shared as widely as possible.  This news is incredibly localized, but pretty damn good.

As always, thanks for reading. Also, Black Lives Matter.

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