I got the results of my latest set of films a few days ago—no visible cancer in my lungs or abdomen: the places where it is likeliest to show up. Happy news indeed. As my oncologist puts it, each clean set of films is “eating up risk”: the next eighteen months are the time when cancer is most likely to reappear. (When it does reappear, it’s likely to stick.) That scenario is still probable, but it’s less probable than it was. I’m still experiencing what I’d call chemo side effects if I hadn’t been off chemo for three months now: I remain more tired and queasy than I should be. Plus, my back and right leg hurt as much as they ever have—meaning, they hurt a lot and they hurt all the time. Even so, this latest news is very good news indeed. Whenever the good times end, I will still be grateful for this time.
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