Whatever you do to celebrate, break it out. Pop some champagne, do a crazy dance, or give a shout out the window. My first round of 2 CT Scans and 2 MRIs this past Saturday have all come back negative for cancer. Dr. Pelzer told me today “we couldn’t ask for a more positive result”. However you celebrate, have some fun. Turn the annoying people next door in to the neighborhood watch or taunt a small child. Whatever.
This is a big deal. This has been hanging overhead for months now. I didn’t realize how much underlying pressure this has been causing. It feels like someone has progressively added weight to my pack. The increases are undetectable, but their sum takes its toll. I had no idea how heavy this pack had become until I shrugged it off my shoulders.
What did I do to celebrate? I went for a run in that wicked thunderstorm today. I laughed as the rain fell on my face and mocked the lightning’s pathetic display of power.
We are invincible.
As I continued running like a fool in the rain, I thought about what it means: Cancer Free.
Every breath is a victory of its own. Every inhale tastes like victory and every exhale smells of success.
Get off me, Death, I have things to do. Move along, Reaper, you have no business here. I’ve got a whole bunch of unchecked boxes and only 70 years (give or take) to get it all done. Time to get busy.
