When I first read it, I launched into a few celebratory high kicks and toe-touches (knee-touches...potato - potahto), and then I was all, mostly good? MOSTLY? How can a cancer scan be mostly good? Oh friends. Cancer is such a crafty beast. There is nothing it loves more than being the center of attention, and let me tell you, it doesn't give up that role easily.
My parents are going to be so proud of my
blogging about pee sticks. Just keepin it real you guys.
In Sam's case, all is well. Nothing on the scan whatsoever. Port has been removed and life is moving on. That globby thing though, that's a different story entirely. It's a stubborn little sucker for sure. It's that last person at the party who just won't take the hint, GET LOST YO! We're watching. And waiting. Of course.
But you know what? Things are good. SO good. They are both looking very healthy. So healthy, in fact, that sometimes when I'm around them I actually think and talk about things other than cancer. It's getting weird.