And Now We Wait

Until Tomorrow…

I’m still feeling great — even heading out today to vote and grab a coffee with a friend. I refuse to ruin a day where I feel good by worrying about things I cannot change. I’m assuming this “feeling good” is for great reasons (not just because I’ve been chemo-free for two weeks).

I believe in good things. I believe in healing.
At least today, I do.

Tomorrow I’ll head to oncology, ready for what’s supposed to be a long chemo day — and ready to hear the results of the PET scan. My hope? That the conversation goes something like:

“We didn’t see anything, but let’s finish this course to make sure we get anything that thinks it might be trying to change cell type.”

That’s the script I’m holding onto.

Because today, I refuse to consider any other option.
Why borrow trouble? (As our grandmothers would say.)
Why speak that into the universe? (As our Gen Z family would say.)
Why the hell think about it on your last feel-good day for a few weeks? (As every cancer patient would say.)

So today, we wait — and celebrate the good. ☀️💚