Ahhhhhhh....
I had my post radiation treatments PET scan on Monday. It was supposed to be Friday, but then it was scheduled for 7:30 AM and since I had to fast for six hours beforehand AND not take my regular insulin, my pancreas released too much sugar for the test to work, great. So it was rescheduled. (When the tech told me this, in his snotty "It's very hard to manage diabetic patients whose blood sugars are out of control" way, he made it clear this failure was all my fault, not theirs for the scheduling. I'd followed their 1970s diet instructions to the fucking letter. Anyway.) The tech also told me that they don't send PET scan results to patients because they're too hard to interpret, so I wouldn't hear until my already scheduled appointment with my stick-up-her-ass oncologist. (That woman does have a stick up her ass, but fuck I do respect her hard work).
The tech was wrong. I DID get results. They were not hard to interpret. This is the first line of the email:
"No evidence of active malignancy by PET CT."
I have not cried so much since the beginning of this fucking ordeal last June. My stick-up-her-ass oncologist even sent a congratulatory email saying that these were "very reassuring results" and "wonderful". So I still have an appointment to discuss next steps, but those next steps are probably starting an anti-estrogen regimen (I have no idea what drug or side effects that entails) and scheduling regular PET scans into the future, rather than scheduling chemo. SO FUCKING GLAD.
This is my announcement to all of you I know here on LJ/DW.