Oh, wonderful news.  Yes, my scan is clean.  No evidence of disease.  Praise, praise Jesus!!  No more chemo treatments.   No more side effects.  No more cancer.  I can't tell you how great this feels.  No words can.  I know its just 24 hours since yesterday when I was miserable with side effects and anxiety, but to hear the words and to know that my calendar no longer has chemo days circled, makes it all so wonderful. 

Thank you Jesus for being there with me.  Thank you Jesus for getting me through this again.   Thank you Jesus for your love and mercy and this second miracle.  To have been blessed with getting through this the first time, and then to do it again.  Two miracles.  Wow.  Thank you for everything, Jesus.   Thank you that I know that you will remain with me always and that I now know you better and know that your love is limitless.  I will forever be thankful.

I was told, "It's cancer" October of 2005.  I was told, "It's stage 4", and that there was only a 15% chance of surviving 4 years and "You have to do chemotherapy".  And then June of 2007, 2 years later , I was told again "It's cancer and you have to do more chemo".   But here I am.  I may be weak in body and mind, but I'm strong in faith and I'm here to tell my story.  Yes, thank you Jesus.  Praise your holy name.

Just one more day.  I'm so anxious, I can't sit still.  One more day and I get the results of the scan.  Will I have to go through more treatments or change the kind of treatments or will I be declared NED (no evidence of disease)?  This is big.   My mind is racing with possibilities.  But if I stop and calm down and search my heart I know the answer.  I have faith.   I believe.  Jesus has heard my prayers. 

Well it's over.  I had the scan early this morning.  As always it didn't exactly run smoothly.  I got there early and the patient scheduled before me hadn't arrived yet so they started me with an iv and the usual questions about whether I'm allergic to anything etc.  But then the other patient finally arrived and I had to go back to the waiting room.  By then, it was time for my own appointment, but because the patient before me came late, they are running late.   So there I waited with the iv already done.    I'm sure for most that wouldn't be a big deal, but my only working vein is on the side of my arm, and you can't imagine how awkward it is trying to look through magazines and keep my arm with the iv turned so I don't bump it.  And then of course, everything ran late.  It was hours before I was done.   I had infusions that took less time.  It wasn't until the afternoon that I'm done.  And then I have to wait 3 days to get the results.  More waiting.  It's hard.  I know it's going to be good news.  I really believe with all my heart that it's going to be good.  Still it's going to be hard to wait.   

I need to fill the time.  My sister will be coming for a visit and normally preparing for her visit would fill my time.   I would clean the house and make sure the linens were fresh in the guest bedroom and plan a big home cooked meal and other fun activities.  But because I'm fatigued and have all these different side effects from chemo,  I can't do any of that.  If it's going to be done, it has to fall on the shoulders of my caregiver husband.  Bless his heart, he is trying his best to do that for me.  He's running around the house dusting, picking up, and vacuuming.  Guess I'll just watch him to eat up the time until I get my scan results.