A short post ...as I am a little tipsy at the moment.

After the usual several hours of waiting, radio active sugar, waiting, donut machine, waiting in the donut machine, and yet even more waiting in the doctor's office...I was finally informed that our suspicions were confirmed. Fred is dead. There were no new growths or hotspots in the last 5 weeks and the CT scan only showed some scar tissue. Which will need to be watched but, in and of itself, is not so concerning. Now starts the every three month regiment of scans. And we discussed when the port can come out and he has opted to leave it in for a full year. Since the next several (18) months are the most common for reoccurance, this makes sense.
So with the official word of Fred's demise, I set out to celebrate. I had drinks. (Margarita's. Did you expect anything else?) And then Mom, Dad, Erica and I proceeded to burn every get well card that I had received while dealing with Fred. Up until now they had been hanging on the walls of my room.
That's all I have the energy for. More later. -Elizabeth