the results

.....no tumor.

After two long years, it's finally gone. The devastation it left in it's wake was undeniable. But we were going to be positive and live the life we had. Play the hand that was dealt. The MRI's needed to continue, but they were now set at 6 month intervals instead of three. This was all great. It gave us time to think about living instead of disease. Besides, the disease was gone. The medicals were right. How could I have questioned them anyway. They knew what they were doing.

I spent the next six months concentrating on my new job. I wanted to be successful and continue with my career. Marie was off all medication, even anti seizure drugs. She was no longer a brain tumor patient. She was a brain tumor survivor. Cognizant problems, memory issues, even some weakness on one side, could be overcome. You learn to compensate, for what you struggle with. We changed our life style to compensate for shortcomings.

We also decided, that we needed a change of scenery. A vacation was in order. A road trip would be perfect. And since we lived in the mid-west, we thought a drive through National Parks would be perfect. Yellowstone.

But first, the MRI.

Every time we got close to the MRI, the nerves would set in. What if another tumor? We tried to put that out of our minds. We concentrated on the trip. AAA for maps. The internet to search out hotels. The mechanic to check out the car. All was ready, but first that stupid MRI.

The results came in, and again, no tumor. Life was great. Move over road hogs, we're coming through.