Well, the day has come at last, I have been declared as Cured.

I went to the oncologist on Wednesday, for what I thought was a routine visit prior to receiving Chemotherapy. The usual bloodletting went on, and he asked me how I was, the usual questions. I have been feeling very good, (last months' fiasco notwithstanding) and I knew the tests were showing very positive results. I inquired if he had seen the CT scan results from the tests I had done on Friday, and he hadn't so he went off to find them.

When he came back, he thought everything looked fine, and that the slightly low White Blood count wasn't worrisome overall. I was a little astounded by that, as they were clearly too low to receive chemotherapy, and I was expecting to take cycle 7 of 8 this week.

"So, do you want me to do chemotherapy today?"

"No."

Heh, man of few words.

So, with little fanfare, he sent me away after a hug, to return only for blood work on a normal basis, once next month then every threee months.

Now, I can get along with the rest of my life which has been so graciously granted to me. I have a new job that I love, I have stories to write, I'm planning on buying a house and I have my little family.

It sounds like a cliche, but dammit-- Life is Good.