The Girl who Cried Wolf

In which our Heroine Discovers the Importance of Pathology

I almost don’t know where to start.  My very reason for having this blog is gone (almost).  I am happy to report that my tumor being downgraded from a 3 to a 2 means all the difference in the world.  Experts at Johns Hopkins reviewed my pathology and have determined that things are much less serious than previously thought.   Treatment is hereby suspended.  That’s right.  No chemo, no radiation.  No nausea, no hair loss.  I will continue to get MRI’s every 3 to 4 months to check up on my friend the cancer.  A question we had was, will the tumor come back worse later if we do nothing about it now?  Answer:  well, that depends more on the biology of the cancer: It will do what it will do: its either a fake-out, or a seriously bad dude (this is all heavily paraphrased).  Meanwhile, I feel like the girl that cried wolf, but for only a month or so.  It turns out my cancer is the boyish kind rather than the wolfish type.  At Christmas, Jon and I will probably go see a neuro-oncologist specialist at the Huntsman Institute just to make sure of all this. (As much as you can ever be sure, anyway…)