It's been a great summer. I got an all clear at 100 days, which gave me a whole summer to have fun and not have to worry about health issues. This is quite a contrast to the last two summers - chemo in 2006 and mind-numbing worry, and ultimate confirmation, about a relapse.
Once Labor Day passed, the panic drill started. With some swelling in my leg and miscellaneous unexplained aches and pains around my body, I prepared myself for the worst at my 9 month checkup. I don't think I have ever been in such a frenzy in my life. My blood pressure was 180 over 90. As I paced the patient room waiting for the doctor to come in, the door opened and he peeked in. He apologized and said he would nbe back. I was convinced that he didn't realize that it was me in the room and he needed to regroup to figure out how he was going to give me the bad news. As I continued to pace for a couple more minutes (which seemed like an hour), he peeked back in and told me to stop pacing - he had looked at my scans and I was perfectly fine!
