He Beat It, Angels

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In case you’re one of the few people on the Interwebs who don’t stalk me on other, more immediate social networks, I apologize for the delay in sharing the big news with you.

Farrah Fawcett and Michael Jackson have passed.

Oh, and my husband’s PET scan showed that his cancer is in REMISSION!!!

Yes, I just used three exclamation points. Three. One. Two. Three.

Fuck Yeah!!!

And I know you can’t see me right now, but I am totally shaking my butt. Sir Mix-a-Lot would be proud of this assless white girl. I swear I only did the Running Man in my head. Probably.

So, whatever prayers you’ve been saying, good thoughts you’ve been thinking, positive energy you’ve been sending, or animals you’ve been sacrificing, thank you! It’s totally working.

The chemo also seems to be helping. That’s probably why the doctor insists Hubs still complete the final two cycles (tomorrow’s and the last one in 3 weeks). Dr. W will also be consulting with the Radiation Oncologist to determine if the benefits of radiation outweigh the risks before making a final decision on that front.

Love to you all! We cannot thank you enough for all your support. Near and far, in real life, and those of you we’ve never met, it’s meant the world to us. I know I draw an untold amount of my sanity (yes, I’m using that term loosely) and strength from you.