I had a CT Scan a few weeks ago that looked good.
Today I learned the results of the Pet Scan I had recently.
I'm cancer free.
Obviously I'm thrilled to get this news.
Both the blood work and the scan looked good. I'll do it all again in three months.
I'm "probably cured" but I know cancer can return, or show up somewhere else, at any time. We just never know what lies in our future.
I'll be getting tested every three months for quite awhile, and there will always be that concern/worry of it returning or appearing somewhere else in/on my body.
It is what it is.
I'm grateful for the doctors, the treatment, and the science that helped me stay alive.
I'm very thankful for all my friends and family that helped during this most difficult time in my life. Your support, both physically and/or emotionally, was much appreciated.
I thank my wife for keeping the house together, taking care of the boys, driving me everywhere, and for pretty much everything else during these past months.
I love you.
I took the title for this post from one of my favorite Beatle's songs because yes, this road has been long, winding, and littered with pot holes. It's been the most difficult road I've ever traveled:
The no eating; the no sleeping; the pain; the vomiting; the nausea; the depression; the apathy; the chemotherapy; the radiation; the countless doctor's appointments; the surgeries; the seizure; the no driving for six months; the lying in bed for weeks; the lost weight; the exhaustion; the nurses visits; the PICC line; the G-Tube; the scars (both physically and mentally).
A road I hope none of you ever have to travel.