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The spot/bump, which was our concern of late, began looking more and more like a fluid infection, as my body had slowly worked it outward to just under the skin. It was probably from an old suture that tore something when I sneezed or lifted a suitcase like I'm not supposed to do. Dr. Perkins, my Dallas oncologist, performed what was the most common sense procedure I've had so far. He simply grabbed a syringe, shoved it in, and sucked out the fluid. Makes sense to me.
This means there are no signs of cancer right now in my body given the technology they have to look for it. I am thankful to be living this side of heaven when two years ago I didn't know I'd be here.
I am cautiously excited. My next appointment is January. This cancer, especially at the level I had it, has a tendency to return. But my case is unique enough to not have any statistics from which to predict anything. And I responded quite well to the chemo, which included some new stuff that has only recently been developed. The docs are hopeful. We won't really know until the months and years pass. My mind is still trying to figure out whether its safe to consider myself over this stuff - it is hard to shift gears after what seemed like endless rounds of treating and testing. I simply hang on to the truth of Isaiah 26:3, the verse I've been remembering through this journey.
Meanwhile, Christine and I have been waiting for a health break to head up to New Jersey to visit her sisters and family. Looks like we finally have that break! We're leaving Friday for a ten day trip. More on that later...
Also, this week I got in the mail something I haven't seen since the first one came in June 2003:
