She just posted the good news.
Yesterday, my oncologist called to give me the results of my latest CT scan and it seems the thing that I didn’t think could happen, happened: there is no more cancer.
My mind is blown.
My original oncologist told me I might have two years or less. If you look up the prognosis for recurrent endometrial cancer, median survival is still given as 12 to 15 months. The five-year survival rate is 20% to 55% depending on how it recurs. I managed to hang in for eleven years, and now it’s gone.
That’s the limit of my coherence right now. There’s a wild party going on in my head.
Congratulations!
Tags: cancer, Pat Cadigan, Science Fiction