Today I saw my oncologist.
He told me that he never wants to see me again.
There was also a reminder that I had a 20% chance of survival at diagnosis. Check. Blew that one out of the water.
And a reminder that my chances for recurrence at 5 years was 25%, and goes down every year. Five years passed already.
It’s 6 years this May since treatment ended. Seven years this August since diagnosis.
I like those numbers.
Oṃ śānti śānti śānti