When the week begins ...

When the week begins on an 85-degree day at the pool in sunny Florida in December, and then (Dave, cover your eyes for a sec) the Eagles go on to give the COWBOYS an ass whomping like they've never known on a day where everything counts and everyone had just about given up on the Birds beforehand ... well, it's already a good week.

My week just got a whole lot better! I called last Wednesday for path results, like Dr. Czerniecki suggested, but nobody was even there. Yesterday, no results. Today, still no results. At 7 pm, Nancy the NP was leaving for the day and saw them sitting there. She knew I'd want them, so she jotted down my cell phone number and took it with her. She reached me at Domenick's Pizza in Boynton Beach, and immediately said she had good news: the cancer is not in ANY of my lymph nodes! None! The spot on the right breast was really just fibrous tissue (that looks like it's spelled wrong), and with all the lymph nodes clear, I am in excellent shape. It's so incredible. I knew in theory how weighted down I'd been feeling, but when that large chunk got relieved, it was like my eyes opened wider or something. Even the lighting in the restaurant looked different.

I have no idea how this affects my treatment. Nancy still figures I'll need some chemo just because I'm young, but I most likely won't need more than four treatments. I'm still going to have the surgery I've planned. I made that decision because for my life it makes me feel the most comfortable, and I'd still rather go through this now and eliminate later worry. When I talk to the oncologist (I need appointments with everyone, and lovely Nancy is trying to get them all scheduled for the same day) I'll find out more, and of course I'll post it here.

Thank you so much for all of your thoughts and prayers ... they definitely seem to be working! Now I'm going to go for a celebratory walk with Jason.