Done with Radiation

The last week of radiation treatments passed uneventfully and I've been enjoying the last few weeks of no early morning trips to Texas Oncology, as much as I appreciate the good folks who work there.   This morning I returned for a blood draw and check up with the Oncology team.  All seems to be looking good.  I'm traveling soon to visit a friend in New Mexico, and finally able to take a break from Austin for a bit, and once returned will begin the pharmaceutical drugs that will keep cancer from coming back, a two year program I am reluctantly entering into.  

Overall I'm doing really well and am grateful to be distancing myself from the events of the last year.   I feel confident chemotherapy, surgery and radiation have done the job of ridding my body of the disease, and the ongoing medicine will make sure it won't come back.  I'm reinforcing my mind and body with the mantra of "no, you can't sir" not in here, never again and looking forward to life beyond cancer.  

My gratitude and love to all of you who followed my journey, sent up prayers and well wishes, and all of the love and support of many.  Big hugs to everyone!

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  1. Ann TravisJuly 26, 2023 at 12:53 PM

    So glad to hear you're able to move forward now, past this unpleasant chapter, and on towards happier times. If anyone has faced the big C with more humor, grace, and positivity, I don't know who it is! Safe travels!

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