The Universe (and Quest Diagnostics) must've known I was on the verge of busting something because it came through for me at 4:50pm yesterday. I emailed my doctor to request a new order for my repeat blood test. Her response:
Just got the result...it's negative!!
Since I was still at work, unable to contain my excitement, my office mate, Hope (how fitting is that?) was the first to hear the news. I said, "We're gonna need to hug this out!" She was more than happy to comply. She also closed the door on her way out of the office so I could have a moment. Grateful to her for that.
I put my head on my desk and cried. I felt a weight lift off me, leaving my shoulders all tingly.
I'm not completely out of the woods yet. I have to keep watch on my levels for the next year before I am considered in remission. There will be more needles, more scans, more days of waiting. But this was a big step, kids. My TG levels haven't dropped since--well, never. They've been elevated since after my first surgery in 2011. This is an indication that I am on the right path in the maze of How To Live With Cancer. The operative word there is "live".
Initially, I wanted to go out and celebrate with D.R. I believe my exact words were, "Put your party pants on, Edmonds!" But, it was also Friday night in Los Angeles and fighting with crowds and drunk girls in 7-inch platforms didn't sound very celebratory. So, our party pants were replaced by pajama pants and catching up on the DVR.
We had some wine and apps.
Alice B. requested I share.
So I did.
Onwards and upwards we go.