And that’s all she wrote

About *that.*. You know…that of which I no longer speak as that would take me back to a time of fear, uncertainty and confusion. Today was my final doctor’s appointment with the surgeon. I had the ‘gram earlier this week (all clear), a follow-up MRI yesterday (also all clear), and was given the blessing to have only annual screenings from here on out vs. diagnostic exams.

It’s been a long, weird, stressful and scarring almost 5 year journey that has been winding down for the past two years and I’m finally, with the surgeon’s hearty “Congratulations,” this morning, going to consider over. I know I will always have to be *aware* (how I loathe that term)…but at least I’m can feel relief in my quiet awareness.

Thank you to everyone who has been there for me…and God forbid anyone else go through this nightmare, I will gladly be there for you…

For now? Off to get Cait, visit her first-choice college and wrap up our visit to the States…and return to our blissfully normal lives in Nicaragua…