The Final Chapter
As I write my last cancer blog post, a recurring refrain is in my head... Louie, You Ignorant Slut. (I've been wanting to say that for a while now.) I had my final meeting with my oncology doctor yesterday and she said the R-word. I am in remission! I am 4 weeks post-chemo, Louie is dead, and I've started to see significant improvements. I n a few weeks my anemia should be gone (no, I'm not going to start training for a marathon) and I may even start to see some peach fuzz on my head. I also have my voice back. Mostly. It's still a little croaky sometimes but my doctor believes that will pass with time...or I will just decide that it sounds sexy and you will go with that and tell me how pretty I sound. In case you're keeping track of my PET scan results (or feeling hungry), Louie has shriveled over time from a blob-shaped grapefruit in early November to a shallot in late December to an invisible cranberry in late January and now to more like a s
