Madison is playing at Mother McCauley in a tournament. We head south in a rain storm.
During half time I have a nice talk with Dr. M (surgeon) about what can be expected in the coming days. She’s on vacation, but wanted to me to know that we’re still waiting on the genetics test, and that they will reach out to the CT/Bone scan place for results and let me know. Another good egg. Good humans are flowing my direction.
On our way home from the tournament (THEY WON!) in a torrential rain storm Nurse Megan calls with the results. Clean scans. No sign of anything, anywhere.
Best. Possible. News.
My dad looks relieved. I feel elated.
Now lets hope for some plain vanilla, everyday common, every third woman has it breast cancer. That would be icing on the cake.