What a difference a PET scan makes

I've just ridden one of the toughest roller coasters I ever want to ride. I've gone through a day and a half of Hell when I thought I'd lost my life and I had lost hope (and when you have no hope, what's the point?). I expected only the worst from my 8:45 appointment with Dr Vose yesterday morning. Usually nothing good comes from anything that early (let's get the bad news out of the way first. And, no, I'm not a morning person.) especially when I haven't gotten any good news since I've been here.

The PET scan showed no activity. The tumor is dead. I now have a 4cm mass of scar tissue in my abdomen. This is very good news.

The next step is still to find out if my sister is a stem-cell match (there's a 25% chance). If not Dr Vose said I should go back to using my own stem-cells.

Needless to say I've started drinking again ...