Oh, Goodbye Cancer 🍾

Well hello there! 🍷

Did you really think I’d Irish-goodbye this situation and not report back? Tsk, tsk.. As promised, here we are, mid January with a full report.

The results are in....

As the title so delicately suggests, this is a full-blown Oh, Fuck All the Way Off, Cancer kind of post.

No drumroll needed. No suspense required.

The scan results came back NEGATIVE.

I have officially been handed the golden ticket, the mic drop, the strut-out-of-the-clinic moment. I am CANCER FREE, my lovelies.

Cue the champagne. Cue the cartwheels. Cue me aggressively living my best life. 🍾🤸‍♀️🥳 

My Captain and I? We didn’t waste a single minute. The second we could celebrate, we did!

My appointment was scheduled for — February 13th. A Friday. At 3:40pm.

Because why not sprinkle a little horror-movie energy on top of an already nerve-wracking situation?

Then at 11am, my phone rings.
“Would you like to come in earlier?”

Would I LIKE to?

I have never moved so fast in my life. I would have arrived in pajama pants and emotional support lip gloss. ... That's not entirely true... those who really know me, know I would NEVER leave the house in pajama pants. EVER. And I hate lip gloss 😅 but I was going for effect here!

The sooner I could get in that room and get it over with, the better. Wrap it up. Rip it off. Let’s go.

Because here’s the thing — you can pretend you’re not thinking about it. You can answer emails. Fold laundry. Make lunch. Act completely unbothered.

But oh, it’s thinking about you.

It’s parked in the back of your brain like a squatter, tapping its foot, occasionally clearing its throat just to remind you it’s still there.

So yes. Earlier? Absolutely.

My Support Team

As I sat in the oncologist's office, awaiting on her arrival, I had my Captain on one side and one of my daughters on the other. They each held my hand, and I said, "Well, we sat here, together at the start of this journey. It's only fitting that we sit here for the end of it."  

The doctor strolls in, and the very first thing she says is:

"Your scans are super great!"

I mean… excuse me? Super great?! Suddenly I’m drowning in a tidal wave of relief, tears, and pure, unfiltered “oh-my-god-I-survived” vibes. 🥹

I’m sitting there, trying to keep it together, telling myself, I’ve got this. Totally chill.

But of course… that little squatter in the back of my brain — you know, Anxiety Inc. — is still there. Tapping its tiny, judgmental foot, muttering, “Yeah, but what if…?”

Today? Today it got served an eviction notice.

I want to give a massive shoutout to a fellow cancer warrior — someone who faced the same type of cancer I did… just three years ahead of me. (You know who you are, xo.)

From across the country, she answered my million questions, shared her wisdom, and somehow managed to calm some of that lurking fear.

Epilogue...

Not quite. I'll be popping back in with updates as needed. 

REMEMBER: BE YOUR OWN ADVOCATE

I cannot stress that enough. If something doesn't feel right or doesn't look right, have it checked over. And DO NOT always take what the doctor says for face value. 

Listen to your gut. 

Demand for tests, second opinions. You are the CEO of your life/body/health. Act accordingly ❤️

Until we chat again, thanks to all who loved me during this journey and thanks to all the cancer warriors out there. WE are RESILIENT 💪👑❤️