CANCER FREE, 662 DAYS AND COUNTING ! ! !
After 6 days in the hospital and yet another section of my colon snipped out, the Pathology came back and that annoying little mass buried deep in my gut is NOT Cancer. (Go ahead and put down your device and go open a bottle of champagne, before you continue) The afternoon I found out, my surgeon had already made rounds and crossed town back to his office when he read my results. That man got back in his car and drove back to the hospital to tell me the news in person, THAT DAY, instead of making me wait until the next morning. At this point, I would like to apologize for all snarky remarks I have ever made about health care providers to date, because that man deserved a mouth kiss! Due to mutual wedding bands and the fact that I was sitting naked in a chair, surrounded by my Father-in-law, a nurse manager and my surgeon (more on that in a minute) we settled on a high five. Oh, and then I burst into tears. Those tears released 4 months of fears that had been buried a
