So I went into chemo #9 today not knowing if my PET scan results were even in.  I had the test on Friday morning. (the scan to the right is NOT me)

Not sure if I ever shared this story publicly, but my oncologist, Dr. Andrew Solan was chosen at random.

My family Dr. suggested an oncologist in his building.

They didn’t take my insurance.

So I called my insurance (the same ones that would later mark me down as “expired”, not as in insurance is expired…expired as in deceased), and they gave me a list of local oncologists who took my insurance.

“Dr. Andrew….” the lady started.

“What’s his #, I’ll call that one” I said.

His name is Andrew.  So is mine.

Dr. Andrew Solan.

That is how I picked my oncologist.   And boy was I lucky.  He is an amazingly warm man, and has 31 years of experience.   His office staff is wonderful in every way.  I am planning on something big for them as a thank you.  Ellen, who administers my chemo is a champ, and handles all of my fellow chemo’zers alone most of the time.  She doesn’t take any crap, and dishes it out to keep everyone on their toes and in good spirits.  I love her.

Today I went in, I paid my office visit fee, and snuck a peek inside of my chart.  I thought i saw the phrase “PET scan” on the top, but there were no pictures…just a bunch of words.  Was that it?

I got my blood drawn and went to wait for Dr. Solan.

“Your PET scan looks good” he said.

“Cool” I replied.  Yeah, real nice.  Inside I was thinking “WHAT THE HELL DOES GOOD MEAN???”

He then read the scan over a few more times since he had just gotten the results this morning.

“This is very VERY good in fact”.

“Sweet” I said.  Inside I was thinking “WHAT THE HELL DOES VERY VERY GOOD MEAN”

“The mass in your neck is resolved.  The mass in your chest is resolved.  The mass in your abdomen is resolved.”

Resolved?  Gone.  Off the map.  Peace out boyscout.

HolyMotherOfAwesome.

He stood there beaming.  He’s a very pleasant guy, but he was honestly smiling.  He had told me he read the Philly Inquirer piece, and heard all about BlameDrewsCancer.  He was proud.  The office is proud.  They put up some clippings and a Blame-A-Thon poster up on the wall.  My “wall of fame” they call it.   They’re so super sweet.

My mom has made pillows for my fellow chemo’zers, I brought in some swedish fish via Louis Gray.  Brought in some LIVESTRONG bracelets, pins, and info.  Tried my best to bring a positive vibe to some crappy situations.

It works.

Blaming works.  Please keep it coming.

Your support works.  Please keep it coming.

I have 3 more chemo treatments left, and “You’re done”, Dr. Solan….I mean Andrew said.

“That’s outstanding” I replied.  But inside I was thinking…”I’m only getting started”

(Side note: This was the first chemo treatment I went to entirely alone.  I don’t like going alone.  I get scared.  Blame Cancer will be working on a “Chemo Co-Pilot” program as first order)