Who has two thumbs and doesn’t have to do chemotherapy?

Hey, you’re reading this! Thank you for that.

If you’re up on the shit that’s going down with me, you’ll probably have read my last Medium post where I mentioned I went for an MRI on Feb. 14 and I would hear the results last Wednesday, Feb. 18.

Last week the doctors were able to tell me that the tumour had not come back, had not spread, had not grown. But it would take until this week to see the full report from the MRI and do some blood work to determine whether or not I needed chemotherapy or if my body could handle it.

The answer? NO FUCKING CHEMO! Holy SHIT.

I mean, based on what they were saying last week I thought chemotherapy would be needed, but hopefully only for a round or two. Kinda like “better safe than sorry” chemo, but not “oh shit” chemo. But the answer is: “you don’t need it.” My blood count is fine; it’s not that I can’t do chemo, it’s that I don’t need to do chemo. Holy shit. Did I mention this brain cancer is rare and has a survival rate of 30%? And now: no chemo. Holy shit.

Sorry for the swearing.

So I’ve still got a million things (apparently I’m going to feel worse over the coming month! Yay!) but that’s obviously become way easier thanks to all this overwhelming generosity and niceness through the fundraiser and knowing this is the path I’m on. I get another MRI in three months just to make sure everything is shipshape, and I keep getting them for the foreseeable future. The reality is that any point something could come back and I’d have to get treatment for it. But I’ll cross that bridge if I ever come to it. For now, they’re just… checking the shape of my ship.

Thanks again for being in my corner. It means a lot.

This will be a weird time. But I’m looking forward to it.