Got to love those words on the radiologist's interpretation of a PET scan. So I guess I am now almost five years out from treatment and six years out from diagnoses and still NED. Who would have thunk it. Oncologist wants another Colonoscopy, my fourth since end of treatment, I guess she just can't get over the fact that I am alive. Well no real guess she thinks I am a miracle she keeps introducing me to her baby docs as her "Bona Fide Modern Medical Miracle" not the type of fame I recommend, but better than an Obit in the local paper any day of the week. Only complaint I have is she still won't cut me lose to once a year. Oh well, the woman did save my life I can't really complain.
I keep having the line from a Joe Ely song go through my head, " The road goes on forever, but the party never ends.", but damn does it have some wild twists, curves and switchbacks on it. And while the place the road has led was not where I was looking to go its not a bad place to end up. I hope I can give this to all the folks who are starting their journey through treatment. You have to keep in mind that none of us was born with a guaranty that our lives would be good, comfortable, or safe, but when things go wrong sometimes you just have to deal with RIGHT NOW and not worry about what the end of the journey is going to be since if you don't get through right now there will be no arrival anywhere.
Damn not putting that as clear as I would like, but it is as clear as I can make it right now.
Hope everyone is warm and safe.