I visited my surgeon Monday–Valentine’s Day–for a recheck of the surgery site and such. I will have lots of similar visits in upcoming months. Next month is the radiation oncologist. The month after that is the regular oncologist. In six months, I see the surgeon again. Checks and rechecks–cancer is truly a gift that keeps on giving! But I am glad they are keeping a close eye on me; it does provide a certain amount of security.
Anyway, the surgeon did his examination and asked me about my trip to Texas. (I was shocked he remembered, although that trip was part of the reason he had to get a rush MRI ordered for me, so I could get surgery and radiation finished in time for the trip. That all seems SO long ago now.) Then, as the surgeon was about to leave the room, he turned to me and said, “Everything looks perfect.”
Perfect? I don’t know that I’ve ever been perfect before, or even been called perfect. (Well, maybe by my loving husband, but he’s a bit biased.) I’ll have to be careful that it doesn’t go to my head–I’d hate to mar my amazing humility. Perfect? When it comes to an absence of cancer and healing of my body, perfect has a wonderful ring to it. So, everyone, let it be known that for at least one second on February 14th, 2011, I was perfect!
And now back to your regularly scheduled world of imperfections…