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Another day to add to the anniversary book...

Today I got the results from the Thallium Scan. CLEAR. Between that and the subtle action on the PET scan, they feel that the action is the necropsy of the cells from my surgery and NOT cancer.

So, what this means is that chemo is done, and I'll still get scanned every 3 months. I'm already up for an MRI in mid-March.

I spent most of the day telling people and jumping up and down and such. Good news. Something I've been needing to hear for over a year. Then, I went to tumor group, and someone in my group had gotten bad news on Thursday, their tumor is back. In november, 3 months ago, they had gotten the same news as mine today. No activity, chemo done, yay! Three months later, it's back. So this really took the wind out of my sails. Like, ok, so this is good, but let's not get too ahead of ourselves. Eventually it WILL come back.

After talking with my mom and thinking it over some more, I decided this: it's SO my worrying personality to grab on to the first "what if" mull it over, pick at it and obsess about it until it becomes a reality. If I let this happen, than I ruin what is relevant and true TODAY. I am in remission.

My Doc today when she told me, said "so go to Hawaii, take it all in, enjoy it, and do it ALL." I was like "Is this a script Doc?" She said YES and we both laughed.

It's pretty good timing for a clean bill of health. (Hawaii SATURDAY) Now I get to go have an adventure!

Speaking of adventure, Jason's job interview went well today, who knows. He might be heading to Ann Arbor soon. If he does, we all know I'm gonna be right behind him, moving into his "settled" apartment and bickering about where to rearrange the furniture.

I already teased Des that I'd be a fixture on his couch laughing with his new wife about the "back then" stories as proof of how far he's come since she's been around. =) Megan and I did that girl thing "yayayayayay" jumping up and down fluttering the arms via phone.... (Yes I reverted to undergrad, SORRY).

I've stayed "positive" in this experience, but in the sake of preservation I don't think I've allowed myself to believe that a future was 100% guaranteed. (It really never is). But now I have a little more confidence in that possibility. So then, in comes HOPE at full force. For the last year I've been squatting in my life, like a long pause because it's unsure of what's next so it just held its breath to see. Now we know: MORE. So, in with hope comes the ability to look forward and plan again with confidence because I know I have more life to look forward to...

So, I beat cancer in a year and 2 weeks. Since it didn't kill me, I've now become stronger for next time. I'm gonna aim to beat it in 7 months next time. Until then, my white cells are saying "FINALLY" and I'm off to Hawaii and maybe on my way home...

REMISSION... DEFINITELY ONE LESS THING TO WORRY ABOUT!!!

Thanks for accompanying me on round one. So far, Danielle 1, Cancer 0.... Game OVER big C! Whoop whoop for the home team!



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