Late Wednesday night I received a much anticipated phone call. For days I have called New York asking if my pathology results were in - no go. I have called so often they know my voice. Hello Mrs. Schlosser. We do not have them in yet. Call tomorrow. Have a good day.
Finally, they called me. The nurse sounded so happy on the phone. This is a good sign. So far, all the nurses who have called sounded regretful or even toned. Not this time. She said that the doctor is very happy with the pathology results. Clean margins! They removed all of the tumor.
I admit I cried. Ok, that is not much of a stretch seeing as I cry over just about everything. This time, there were tears of joy. I hugged my children, called my husband and father and opened a beer. Yeah, it was 6:30 pm and we hadn't eaten dinner but I would've opened champagne if I had it.
So this begs the logical question. What next? The leg surgery is scheduled in about two weeks. And I will be there for a few weeks. The surgery could be involved and we won't know until we get there. We also won't know about the recuperation until the surgery. In other words, we just don't know.