Remission

When the doctor told me yesterday that the PET scan showed I was in total remission, I couldn't speak.  I couldn't even cry.  I was in shock.  My poor hubby he did shed a tear but didn't want to cry in front of others.  

The shock has worn off. And although still no tears, I am in total amazement.   I never thought it would be so fast.  Hubby and I both thought it would take a year at least.

When I went in the hospital in August, I thought I was dying.  Hope was still in my heart though.  I couldn't help but think that someone might look at my symptoms and come up with a diagnosis.  

And there she was, petite and sweet Dr. Montgomery.  She knew almost immediately and had a biopsy done to prove it.  

I can only believe that her managing my care was a great help.  But I also cannot help but believe that prayer played a large part of it also.  There were so many people praying and those people, who went to various churches, were having their congregations pray.  Then there were my own prayers and hubby's prayers.  So I will offer gratitude to all those people; but mostly to my Lord.  I knew he wasn't through with me.