Success!

This is the news that we all have been waiting for!

After chopping through literally pounds of tissue extracted from my abdomen, the pathologists finally turned in their report to my oncologist, who meekly and without drama reported this afternoon that he saw no need for any further chemotherapy. The great majority of what came out was extremely dense scar tissue that required multiple changes of scalpel blades just to cut a single slice through; the rest of the tissue was almost exclusively teratoma, with a single microscopic nest of malignant cells that was completely encased within a capsule of scar tissue. This means that the pathologists are very confident that the surgeons didn't leave anything dangerous behind.

This is all an immense relief, of course! - but somehow, not unexpected. I've always known that this whole cancer thing was just a phase, and have been annoyed each time the phase prolongs itself. Move on, already! Well, it really looks like it finally has. Surgery is very different from chemotherapy. The literal physical removal of anything suspicious makes possible a different kind of hope. It can't come back, because it no longer exists!

I will probably be in New York for another week and a half. It will be a few more days before I can imagine going through the rigamarole of transcontinental travel, and I have to wait until next Wednesday for a minor outpatient surgery to remove the port that was placed in case intraperitoneal chemotherapy had been necessary. In the meantime, I am celebrating as much as my tender belly will allow.