Couldn't believe it. We were hoping, but never really expected Terry's Deauville score would be that coveted, magic "1". But, as usual, as only my Terry can . . . he amazed all of us with that complete remission we were all praying for. Of course, that means we now have a chance for that "cure" that we were hoping for in a few years. The oncologist said she likes to watchfully waiting for 5. So, it's now on to our every 3 month interval visits for a while. First year is every three. Second year is every 6, then once a year until we reach that magic fifth year.
SOOOOOOO relieved . . . AND our celebratory party yesterday was as joyous as we had hoped.
I finished off the image of that nasty beast's picture this morning while cleaning up and tore it into little shreds while politely telling it to stay "the hell away from us" and leave the both of us alone. Silly, but therapeutic.
Anyhow . . . don't think anyone has seen or read the last of this little old lady from the U.S. I plan on sticking around all the wonderful folks I've met along the way on this site. Want to help others cope with the horror of all that is stupid cancer.
Ta, ta for now . . . .
