Well let me see, since I last saw you, I made a trip to see the Good Witch! Oh how I do love her, my Diva cancer doctor touchstone, but it's a struggle Baby, missing her and yet hatin to walk through those CANCER CENTER doors. My sentences do run on today, deal with it.
I have been on a schedule, like most cancer faithful, of seeing her every three months. Just shy of 3 years of doing that!
Imagine my glory and surprise and elation when she says to me "Okay, so I'll see you in six months..."
Huh? What? Stop the presses. Wait a minute Lady, could you REPEAT THAT PLEASE?
Like ice cream dripping down my chin on a 100 degree day, oh yes, yes, this is good good good.
My God is good good good.
"Wait a minute, could you repeat that please, and aren't you gonna try and strong arm me into a PET scan? I haven't had one since a couple months into chemo."
I was all prepared for her answer, I was ready for her, but she got me.
"Well, I probably would have liked you to have one last year, but you talked me out of it, and now you're so far out and doing so well, I don't see the need for one. We'll do one if we need to, if we feel like we're chasing something."
Yes we are chasing something alright.
JUST GIVE ME SOME HOPE TO FOLLOW AND I WILL RUN. Jarrod Gorbel
No oncology appointment, no lab tests, for six months? And no PET scan?
Almost three years out, from Stage 3 to cancer free.
Lord you see me dancing,