Happiest Christmas

My cancer has not changed. Lloyd has not grown. This 50/50 month we chose to wait out—this terrible, “was this the right choice?”, battening down (again) month—is over, and we chose correctly. From now on, all of my MRIs will be in the highest level scanners.

This last month was difficult. The hospital called to set up an appointment with the Radiation department on my return visit. This didn’t spark confidence. As it turned out, though, my radiologist (who I’ve known since 2008) didn’t think I’d need him. He was right.

The relief of not starting the engine of “braincancer, battle-mode!” when I was just on the cusp is difficult to describe. It is difficult to absorb. I’m so grateful. For now, as it stands, I have two months before I have to go back. I have the entire Christmas season!

Thank you everyone for your thoughts and well-wishes! Thank you for your notes and blessings, your words of encouragement for myself, Mark, and my family. It really does mean a lot, to all of us. Have a wonderful Holiday!

Love and Thanks,

-Kristina