At least that’s what my surgeon says.  You see, he will not call me if my scans are clear, only if there is a problem (I would bet he has never waited anxiously for test results or he would be more compassionate).  My husband describes that waiting period as “a slowly fading sense of dread.”  So, the endpoint is a phone call from my surgeon (bad news) or when the results are finally posted to our hospital’s online portal (good news).  That posting occurred yesterday.  There is no indication of recurrence on the x-rays or MRI (the actual words were “No evidence of residual or recurrent disease”).  Sweeter words were never spoken (or read)!!!

Now I move to annual scans, a milestone I have been looking forward to for six years.  I can’t even imagine being able to live for an entire year without periodic scans hanging over my head, but I am really looking forward to finding out how that feels. Maybe I will plan a vacation for 11 months in the future.  Wow, what a concept.  Thank you so much for your kind words and prayers, as I approached these latest tests. They were felt and carried me through this waiting period.  My blog tribe is the best in the world and I never take your support for granted. Celebratory hugs all around!