Score one for my optimistic voice!

I am holding steady with my CA125 at 6 again!  This appointment marks 2 years since diagnosis, so now instead of every 3 months I start going twice a year.  And I seem to remember reading somewhere that the survival statistics get a lot better after you hit the 2 year mark. 

This anniversary has gotten me thinking about the moment when I learned that it was in fact cancer.  I was in the prep area waiting for surgery and I asked the nurse if the results from my CA125 were listed on my chart.  She pulled it up and told me, "1,500".  Until this moment I thought the whole thing was kind of scary and dramatic but definitely not cancer.  As soon as she said it, I knew what it meant.  I have vague memories of becoming pretty hysterical and demanding to see Ethan who was out in the waiting room.

I can't believe 2 years has already gone by and I am sitting here, happy and healthy.  Knock on wood!

Would you please keep it down in there?

Today I went in for my quarterly blood draw in preparation for tomorrow's check up.  The optimistic voice in my head is saying, "All the other exams have gone well, and this one will too."  But the pessimistic voice is saying, "The exams always go well until the one that doesn't."