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Well....

So, yesterday was NOT the PET Scan, it was the 6-month MRI, which is informative but not quite definitive enough to make a clear decision. The tumor has still not moved/grown, YAY! This leads to another good piece of news which is: I will stay off chemo until my PET Scan, NEXT WEEK! =)

Today and yesterday have been the first two days in months that I haven't had chemo in my system. Funny that the world seems a little lighter? Feels like I've been holding my breath underwater for a long time and although I didn't come up gasping for air, I've still come up.

AND... I have been asked to be the keynote speaker for a student group's kickoff meeting for Relay for Life. Students of Albany Against Cancer (SAAC). Next Wednesday night. Albany raises between 80-100,000 for Relay each year, and I'm the speaker to get everyone motivated to get to work! =) I'm really excited! Wednesday Nov 2nd, 8:45pm in the Campus Center Ballroom, for those of you who are local readers and may want to come. =)

I am so honored, I mean, it's just a kickoff meeting, for a student group, but this is also the group that heads up the university's largest yearly fundraiser. Plus, I get to say that I've been a KEYNOTE SPEAKER. I think that's pretty special.

So, no chemo: one less pill to take, no more bi-weekly doctor appointments for blood draws, and less obsessing over white-counts/immune system. DEFINITELY ONE LESS thing to worry about!

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