Looking back on chemo, I don't remember it being all that bad. I've just reread my whole blog, and I know there were tough days, weeks, times, but I don't remember feeling like I was at death's door or anything. Rewriting history some, maybe, but also I tolerated RCHOP well, as most people do. There were more emotional difficulties than physical, aside from the major steroid crap.
So it's behind me. And we can just hope that IN REMISSION lasts a long long time. With follicular lymphoma, they don't ever say "cure." It's just trying to keep remission going as long as possible. I will go for the targeted therapy shot in my stomach every other month for 2 years. PET scans maybe annually for a couple of years. Then just going forward like a regular person until, or I should say, "IF" remission ends. (It most likely will end, but let's hope not for decades.)
Two things lit up on this scan. A polyp or something in my colon, but I had a colonoscopy in January, so he's not concerned about that. And my thyroid. But I've had thyroid disease for almost 30 years, so he will order a thyroid scan just to be sure.
And I get to have Frank removed. My beloved and hated port, Frank. Goodbye to you!
Now if my hair would straighten out instead of being all poodle- curly, I'd appreciate it. But it's a dang sight better than wearing hats!!!!!!!
I'm feeling a little blah about it all, maybe because I guess I expected this result, or maybe it hasn't sunk in, or maybe I'm in disbelief.
As we approach Thanksgiving, I know I have much for which to be thankful. One of the things I'll be thanking God for are the gifts of cancer. I've had special encounters - met wonderful, loving, people - connected with some people in a special way. I've been the recipient of so much prayer and love. So many people have helped out in ways big and small. I have felt richly and truly blessed, despite having cancer and going through chemotherapy. No one has ever felt more loved than I have these past months.
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#worthit
