Six weeks ago today, my wife received an early morning phone call from her gynæcologist and was told she had level two endometrial uterine cancer.
The following Monday, we met with her assigned oncologist. By that Wednesday she’d been already scheduled for surgery less than two weeks away. Surgery involved a radical hysterectomy and a check of the surrounding lymph nodes. She was home the next day.
This morning, she received another phone call. Her oncologist told her she doesn’t have cancer anymore.
Surgery was successful. Pathology showed no spread. It’s gone.
Gone.
We were confident that this was merely an inconvenient blip in an already weird year, but wow.
Wow.