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Thursday, December 14, 2006

Just when I was all prepared to be pissy

OK, the hubs really jacked my ass earlier tonight by doing what he does best - being a ball-less wonder. I had a post all composed in my head. And it was good. I would vent. Get it all out. Be the really nasty girl you know and love. Or at least tolerate.

Then I got a call. My step-mom called with PET scan results. Everything shrunk. Let me repeat that.

All of it. All the cancerous shit S.H.R.U.N.K.

The oncologist actually smiled. He was pleased. He did not expect it and quite frankly, I did not either. All of this time I had been preparing myself to be a half an orphan. I had literally had a dream where I was at his funeral with my brother sitting by me. It was so real.

Now, he goes in for more chemo. Two big major blasts - just like before. And then another PET scan. My step mom was going to wait for more treatment until after the holidays, but the oncologist was insistent that since this was going so well, then let's follow the momentum. Do it now. I wholeheartedly agree. I would so much rather my dad have one really crappy Christmas and maybe stick around for several more. If the PET scan he takes after these blasts shows more shrinkage, then he goes in for surgery. If that happens, then I go stay there for a while. I would love nothing more.

My daddy might live, y'all. I am gonna go cry for a little bit now.

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Elizabeth at 9:21 PM



at 9:35 PM Blogger Stephanie said...

Totally fucking awesome.

at 10:55 PM Blogger Terri said...

I am thrilled to hear about your dad. My mom died of cancer a few year's back and I am always glad to hear of someone that makes cancer their bitch. Now could you please post a picture of the pooper on the Christmas card????

at 12:28 AM Blogger Sheri & SuZan said...

Oh shit...that is GREAT news! I am happy for your dad!

at 12:32 AM Blogger Erin said...

Wow, that is GREAT news! YAY YAY YAY!

at 10:18 AM Blogger Shelley said...

Yippee for Dad! That is awesome!

at 10:37 AM Blogger Tammy said...


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at 12:08 PM Blogger Platypus said...

Fan-bloody-tastic news! Dancing round the streets naked apart from a tinsel necklace obviously did the trick then! ;0)

Seriously, wonderful, brilliant news. Merry Christmas sweetie.

at 6:45 PM Blogger Lori said...

That's fabulous news!

at 10:11 AM Blogger Carrie said...

That is wonderful news!!! Hooray!!!!


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