Well, I passed my three-year tests today. Both mammogram and ultrasound were clear. On a day-to-day basis I’ve not thought much about it, but in the last few days before testing I start getting a little anxious. Now I’m just exhausted from being down at the medical center since 10:30 this morning. Got home about 3:30 pm.
I made some comment to the oncologist about a report I’d seen indicating a lot of women with earlier stages of breast cancer might not need chemo after all. But that wouldn’t have included me, he said. I could have been classified a Stage III because of the chest nodes that looked possibly cancerous on the first scan. But he didn’t want to freak me out unnecessarily. As I recall he said at the time that they might be cancerous but also might just be inflamed because of the nearby tumor. They did not “glow” or show up on later scans.
The question is moot now, of course. I had the chemo. And the radiation. And there’s been no sign of cancer since then.
So, hurray!
Always great to hear good news . . . or is it good to hear great news?
Regardless; it’s good and it’s great.
Yes, indeed. It’s good and great and just plain terrific.
Third time’s a charm…or charming…or just gloriously fabulous. Congrats and cheers (Note: confetti being tossed at the news)
And now you have to clean it all up. LOL. But thanks. Just the thought makes me smile.
Happy dances all around! Congratulations, my friend. 😀
Muchas gracias!