Someone told me the other day that my sense of humor is better than it used to be. I do seem to be taking more time to enjoy both work and play as a result of my fight with the "bear."
A bear is a more fitting mascot for cancer than a crab. I think of crab as dinner, not as a threat. Treatment does seem to pluck you from the jaws of death, but not until a little mauling has occurred. It takes a while for the wounds to heal, and at any time you might meet the bear again along the way.
The exam at my surgeon's office this month was normal. Another CT scan is due in mid April along with another Ca 125. I alternate between feeling sure I am still cancer free and wondering what the treatment will be like if the tumor returns. April also marks the first anniversary of my diagnosis. I'll be wearing a bell to scare away any bears.