“It’s good news,” the doctor said before I even sat down. No sign of cancer in the tissue they took out in the second surgery. None. Not just a good margin but no cancerous cells at all.
I asked him for a prognosis and he far-too jovially inputted my info the computer programme. It was called Predict, not Cake or Death sadly. Click, click, click.. like some morbid multiple choice quiz. Up the results pop and seems if I had been born in Victorian times when all they did was cut out the lump, I would have been fooked. 33% five year survival rate but with the extras, chemo etc, that jumps up to 74%.
Although it’s all qualified by the data being generated with not all variables considered. So it’s not a guarantee or a death sentence. I was more just curious to have all the knowledge rather than count my life chances in percentage points. Life is more complex than that.
Next step is radiotherapy as an insurance policy. I have my appointment on Tuesday and then it will probably happen in the next 6 weeks. The exciting part is I’m healing every day and that will continue and life can begin again. Plans can be made. First up, vegan tapas tonight!
Thank you my bosomers for the support this year. It’s been quite the journey. I feel so close to all of you and we will be in this life, in joy and sorrow until the end. You are the very best humans and I love you all.