Wow!

So, let me tell you WHY I received this photo from knitting dad today:

That's my mum. That's two glasses of champagne. And I received this at around noon their time. So why were my parents, who barely drink at all, swigging champagne for lunch today?

Because of the news I got at today's follow-up appointment with my brachytherapy oncologist, Dr. Fleming. As I laid on the exam table, feet in the stirrups, he looked in there and announced "What a beautiful cervix." The nurse nodded in agreement. It was such an odd exchange, it took me a minute to register what they were saying...

See, when Ryan booked this appointment for me last month (on the day of my final brachy) he asked them if they would be able to tell by today if the tumor was gone. And the answer was NO - that what they would see would be a necrotic, dying, sloughing away tumor. So really, we went in there today with no real expectations.

So, when I finally wrapped my head around what it was I thought I was hearing, I asked, "So can you see if the tumor is smaller or going away or whatever?" and he replied that all he sees in there is healthy pink tissue! The only discoloration is a white ring of scarring from where the brachy apparatus sat in me, and even that will supposedly eventually go away!

HOLY CRAP!!!!!

I literally felt like doing cartwheels. Ryan took me to the Original Pancake House for breakfast. It seemed fitting to him, since we had several breakfasts there over the course of my diagnosis/treatment period with my folks. I love that he even thought of it. (He's pretty awesome!)

My parents were all very happy. And according to a later text from my mum, the manager of the restaurant they were having their champagne lunch at paid for their meal and drinks, and then they all had a group cry with the manager and waitress. Hehe. It's amazing how much love and goodness there is out there!

When I got to work, everyone there was happy, hugging, crying, congratulating me. And while I know this is not the OFFICIAL "all clear" that April's PET scan will provide... it's good enough for me! I feel so confident, I went ahead and ordered myself this (even though I originally planned to wait til after the PET...):

I have some other things I've been meaning to post about, but today, I am just leaving it at this. It's too good to clutter with anything else. Except this one last thing...

I was bothered when I first started this blog that some creepster domain-name-hoarder had already bought the PhoebeStupidCancer URL, because I would have done that from the get-go to make this slightly easier to find. But I've been thinking about how I really want to continue this blog even once I know the stupid cancer is officially gone - because it has been to helpful for me and so inspiring for others. And even though I LOVE the title, once I no longer have cancer, wouldn't I rather have a more POSITIVE title?

So just now, I registered a custom domain name for this blog. You will still be redirected if you already have the phoebestupidcancer.blogspot.com address bookmarked or anything. And the address you'll be redirected TO is...

www.PositivelyPhoebe.com

I love it. Hope you do, too. And I hope that once all of this cancer talk gets less and less common, you will still stick with me. Because I will still be here. For me AND for you.

Love love love, Phoebe