Allen, who recently "celebrated" his 7 year anniversary from diagnosis; is currently. ......
It's hard for me to grasp this. The last time it happened was in 2005. The new cocktail he took this summer once he left the World Famous Cancer Center and decided to treat close to home, has done the trick for now. He has also had a complete cardio check based on some of what happened to him in this year's chemo rounds, and he is normal. A little worse for wear.
His clinical trial in 2007-2008 at the World Famous Cancer Center left him with an xxxed up adrenal system, and Addison's disease. Right now, that is the major physical problem. Near-poverty is the second. You know... without as many meds, and with the advantage gained from fighting and winning early Soc Security and early Medicare, even that is not so daunting.
We celebrated quietly on the phone today when he got the oncologist's report (the cardio report came last Wednesday). We shake our heads from side to side. We look back on every fearful moment; every moment of anger, every moment of tears, and that crazy, crazy cancer humor.
I know this could last 2 years, 20 years, or 2 weeks. But right now, it feels good. It feels worthwhile. It feels like I helped make a difference for him.
I sit here, typing and weeping. Stunned. How to top this? Not sure.
Allen, my friend, you don't usually read here, but your ears must be burning.