is the improg word of the week. I felt it when my oncologist called me yesterday to tell me my last body scan was "fabulous," "normal," "the best one the diagnostic center has seen all week." Which also means I am done with cancer. Finito. I won b*tch. Not FOR SURE, according to the medical community, because I don't deserve that yet and they are too chicken to lay it down that way. But according to me I am most definitely done.
But just as euphoria hits, I remember my mom is in the hospital with newly diagnosed advanced ovarian cancer.
