Seven in a Row

Good news, I had my seventh clean chest scan in a row since the surgery to remove the small tumor from my lung. I did learn that I was mistaken...quarterly chest scans continue for three years since your last treatment then go to every six months for the last two until you reach the five year mark at which point Big C's has assured me that we'll get matching tattoos. Part of me selfishly wants to reach the benchmark just to watch Kat von D ink my Dad. Seriously.

It felt great to have another chest scan. I waited to show my doctor and his nurse the baby pics in my mother-in-law's cheetah print picture case after I got the results and I explained the case wasn't mine. Luckily oncologists don't question your manhood after you've been to hell and back with a smile on your bald head. And while these scans have definitely become a bit more stressful for Ashley and myself since having the kids, I really do feel more confident each time I get a clean scan about beating cancer. I am now as far as I've ever been since the diagnosis from having a problem. It's been three years since I found the bump in my arm.

Let's keep the momentum!