Not much upstairs with that one

Thanks to all of you for the well wishes since I shared our wonderful/remarkable/miraculous news. I sat here crying as I read all your comments. It fills our hearts to know there are so many folks pulling for us from all around the world.

So...are you ready for some more good news? I met with Dr. Narayana last Monday. Yes, yes. I should have written last week but give a girl a break. I still have Sadie, Nathan and Griffin to care for. Oh, and there was the Z100 Jingle Ball concert to attend. Huh, Jingle Ball? For New Yorkers, you know what I mean. For everyone else, I'll explain later.

Back to Narayana. He reviewed my now infamous brain MRI. All the lesions were gone. But what about the last one on the left parietal lobe, you ask. Glad to know you're following the storyline. I asked the very same question.
ME: Didn't it grow .5cm?
Narayana: Nope.
Me: Huh? Wait...what are you saying?
Narayana: That lesion didn't grow at all. There was only .5cm LEFT and it was just the slow poke of the group. They all "disintegrate" at different paces.
My rendition of Narayana's explanation: You and I are driving along the autobahn. I hit the gas and leave you in the dust. Yes, my driving fantasies are shifting back in to gear. Zoom, zoom. So we're driving and, although we're on the same highway moving in the same direction, one of us (me) is burning rubber while you are out for a Sunday drive, if that's even possible on the autobahn. Disclaimer: I have never driven on the autobahn nor been a passenger in a car on the autobahn. However, it's the highway everyone refers to when talking about really fast driving, so I figure I can use it, too.
That's what's going on with that very last lesion. It's disappearing but at a slower rate than the other ones. It should be gone any day now.
YOU: What did you just say?
ME: YES...at this very moment, I have NO active cancer in my body. Not one tiny minuscule in any part of my body.

I now claim the title of World Champion Cancer Asskicker. And if ANY challengers want to step up, I will crush you. Uh...I mean, I'm talking about the cancer, not you you. Okay, so maybe I am taking this a little too far, but I do feel like a badass right now. I know I didn't do it alone, but I have the urge to take a victory lap or indulge in a touchdown celebration dance. Not to mention that "Goooooooal" keeps ringing in my ears. Too bad I don't have any brain cancer left. I could blame these thoughts of grandeur on that, but hey, I never was a shrinking violet.