An email beats a call from the doctor, hands-down any day of the week. When I woke up and saw the email from the Dermatology Center I opened it like a kid on Christmas morning.
It said... I was free!
Well, It didn't actually say that, but what it did say was, "Good news Tamara! Your biopsy showed NO signs of melanoma. No further treatment is needed at this time. We will see you in August for your check up. Have a great day!"
A great day!
Sweet, sweet freedom.
Free to go to yoga.
Free to plant dahlias on my porch.
Free to go pick up Summer and help move her boxes home.
Free to go to May's graduation.
Free to plan May's wedding.
Free to hold my new baby nephew and smell the top of his head.
Free to go to my brother's wedding in Oregon.
Free to go to the beach...
of course with a wee bit more rules, but no mind that...
I am free of cancer.
Some people say that you should live one day at a time, but in Melanoma world you kinda live 3 months at a time...
and I'm gonna live the hell out of the next 3 months!