Saturday, March 29

My CT scan showed no evidence of cancer in chest or abdomen/pelvis! The results came in at 1:00 a.m. and I saw the notification when I woke up. I'm excited and relieved. I don't know if this means I'm in "NED" status, which means "no evidence of disease," ovarian cancer's version of remission; or if I have to finish chemo before reaching this status. I'll find out on Wednesday when I go in for my pre-chemo appointment. Many people with this low-grade form of ovarian cancer are NED for many years before having a recurrence, so please keep sending up all the good energy and prayers! 

It was so nice not having the dread hanging over my head all day. 

Mid-morning, Greta and I took Nutmeg to the vet for her annual check-up. This is a huge pain because her vet is in Bethel Park--it's not easy to find a vet to treat exotic pets, and yes, rabbits are considered exotics. She got her vaccine; got some bloodwork because, at almost six years old, she's considered a "senior" bun; and had her nails clipped. Of course I got lost on the way home despite the GPS. Nutmeg was furious at us for this experience and spent much of the rest of the day in the top level of her little house, glaring.

Lucia finished Onyx Storm last night, apparently an emotional roller-coaster; when I went in to say goodnight last night she was sitting in her reading chair, reading and weeping. She was still emotional about it today. This is straight-up dragon / romantasy smut reading but she is all in. She said she's unable to read anything else while she recovers. She did manage to recover enough to walk into town with Greta to get bubble tea.

Andrew and I took Farrah on a walk to pick up some library books. I read on the porch for a long time. The girls and I watched three episodes of Lost throughout the day--we'll finish season five tomorrow.

Greta spent a lot of the day doing homework, dedicated student that she is. I tried to get her to take a break and watch more Lost, but she said if she didn't get her work done she'd get too stressed out and would wind up crying in her bathroom. Two teenage girls = many and varied reasons for tears.

A nice busy day unshrouded by dread. And I think I can be a little less anxious about my CA-125 test this week since I'd assume that number will continue to go down to align with the scan results. I wish I didn't have chemo #5 on the horizon but once this one is done...I'll have just one more to go.