I got the call today that I really needed to hear, but never expected. (I have to admit this is written through tear drop eyes.) My chemo has been canceled.
Not because it would be worthless, but because it was deemed unnecessary. Yes, unnecessary. The first step towards the painful operation that would have killed me is now not needed. I am of course astounded. And then some.
My CA19-9 report came in late this afternoon, and it reported that my cancer calling card had diminished by 66%. Thud. The bottom of my threat to existence had dropped to nothing, so no chemo, no life threatening issue, all over and done.
Except for the residual part about What the Fuck is this all about? I am beat up, hornswoggled, shanghaied and beat to crap, and then it is all over and done and I walk away? I welcome it and I hurt because of it.
Well, this is a situation I never thought I would be in. Fuck me. Sort of.
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