Three years ago today, I was diagnosed with colon cancer. Surgery removed the tumor. Six months of chemotherapy was an effort to stave off a recurrence. Tests, tests and more tests were performed to determine if the above worked.
Thus far, all looks well. I have a team of medicine men taking good care of me. They drag me into their offices a couple of times a year to make sure I'm still vertical. They order blood work and CT scans. Also mammograms, which I would have been doing even without a cancer history.
My digestive system is the only indicator that something happened in there. In all likelihood, it will never return to the pre-Ca days. I'm still learning to live with that. And the key word here is "live".
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