A 21-month attagirl from oncology.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Thanks to two marble-sized lymph nodes and a slew of spin-off concerns.
This morning was my three-month oncology appointment. My oncologist poked in all the scary places and pronounced All is well.
Rising from the imaginary-dead every couple of months sure makes it easy to keep appreciating my beautiful, beautiful life.
Now to start trusting my body again. It’s got me this far, and done a fine job of it. It’ll fare even better when my worry-war is won.
Thank you, thank you, thank you.
It’s a beautiful life.