"Thankful" Doesn't Really Cover It

My radiation oncologist's office called today, as I expected them to. I grabbed a pencil, ready to write down the date and time of my brain radiation now that my simulation (making of the mask that holds my head to the table) and small slice MRI were complete. The medical physicists had had enough time to figure out how to position the radiation relative to my brain lesion and I was ready to get it over with.

However, they did not have an appointment time for me.

Rather, they were calling to tell me that, from both the simulation CT and the 3mm sliced MRI, they could not find any evidence of any cancer in brain to treat. The 5x7mm lesion clearly seen in February is simply not there, and neither is anything else. They made no appointment because they can find nothing to treat.

To say I am stunned is an understatement. Yet, at the same time, I am somehow not surprised. I know that sounds crazy, but all this time so many of us have been praying for a miracle and, though many will say it was actually due to this past treatment or that medication, you all know what I think. I think we got a piece of our miracle.

This leaves two, far less concerning, areas to either investigate or treat (a definite lesion on my T9 vertebrae that hurts me a bit but will not kill me, and a minor biopsy taking place on Tuesday). I have seen the reports and all evidence shows that my body and brain are currently nearly free of cancer and the little I have can be well-handled with minimal side effects. All vital organs are entirely clear.

When I was imagining possible outcomes for my brain metastases, this was one I did not even think of. Who could?

Thank to you all who have prayed for this result so faithfully. Clearly, it is working.