Last week, I got the results from my latest PET/CT scan. According to my calendar, it was my 4th scan since the final round of immunotherapy last May.
It turned out to be lucky #4 because I heard the sweetest 3 letters anyone with cancer will ever hear:
No Evidence of Disease
No evidence that the stupid f*cking melanoma was ever there. None. My insides are “squeaky clean” according to my oncologist.
Holy hell, people! I can’t help but curse, I’m so f*cking happy!!
A lot has happened in the past year since my treatment. I mean…like…a lot. Life keeps moving forward, with or without us, so it’s interesting to look back at the path I’ve chosen.
In the past year, these events top the list as the most important: stopped treatment early due to gastritis and borderline colitis, lost 20 pounds, went on steroids, had a nervous system reaction, lost my mother-in-law to a heart attack, interviewed like crazy and got 2 job offers, started a job as a traveler, and now my husband and I have decided to retire early so we’re in the process of buying a rental property.
Man – the last year of my life really makes my head spin. I’m only 33 and I feel like I’ve experienced enough to be twice that age.
OK, maybe not TWICE that age. I take it back 😉
But the last year was definitely tough. Going through treatment and then losing my mother-in-law so suddenly broke my heart. Here I was, really trying to keep my head above water with all the side effects of treatment, and then out of NOWHERE we lose a very dear family member. Losing her so suddenly made me realize EVERY day here on this earth is a blessing, side effects and all.
Life is short. Make the most of every day. Make the most of every year.
And that’s my plan. I’m working on kicking cancer’s ass – one year NED at a time.