It’s not the years in your life that count. It’s the life in your years.
Today Hubby and I are heading to Dallas to see my doctors there. I have three appointments, which are all follow-up visits since my surgery in January and the end of radiation last month. We'll see Dr T (plastic surgeon), Dr K (gynecological oncologist who will probably put a kink in my summer by wanting to schedule a surgery) and Dr L (surgical oncologist). I shouldn't have to have any tests today, just spend lots of time waiting around in those fashionable hospital gowns. Lucky me.
I don't anticipate any bad news (after all, I'm kicking cancer's ass), but maybe they will discuss my future in terms of scans and preventative treatment. As a little reward (or as my January surgery sisters say, a silver lining), after our last appointment Hubby and I will head north to the casino for some non-cancer grown-up time. I'm a little more optimistic heading into this trip since I won a jackpot last time. Keep the luck heading my way!