"I get down, He lifts me up."

This week was the week we were all waiting for, the PET scan results. October 2nd came and almost went when I finally got up the nerve to call Philly and find out why they didn't call me. Apparently, there is a doctor with the same name here in the Valley and they sent my results to them. Hmmm, HIPPA laws anyone? Could I possibly be rich (I kid, I kid)? So, October 3rd came and seriously almost went when I got the phone call. Turns out, my lymph nodes are cancer FREE! Can I get an AMEN?! My treatment plan is all set up and now I am just waiting to receive my chemo cream. Apparently, CVS (which I have deemed Can't Value...anyway...), does not and will not carry my medication. After two days of calling to see if my medication was in, because they told me it was being delivered, they informed me, NOPE sorry, not happening, it's too expensive. Clearly, it doesn't matter if my insurance is going to cover the $2,100 a month bill (SERIOUSLY!), they won't stock it. If I can't find someone in the LV to supply it, I will have to order it through U of Penn's pharmacy and take a trip to Philly once a month for my meds. A minor inconvience, seriously. I have no problem making that trip, I could think of a lot more inconvenient scenarios that could have stemmed from this cancer. I just can't stand CVS and haven't been able to tolerate them in years so they will no longer be getting my patronage. Oh, my chemo cream, that costs $2,100 (I say it again just to drive the point home to you), is only covered by 10% of insurance plans. Thank you Lord, for having us fall in the 10%. This week was a week of answered prayers. I fully believe there is yes, no, and not now, but I am singing a song of hallelujah right now for falling in the yes category. I can't be more grateful. Yes, I could focus on the woe, I have CTCL. WAAAAH. Too bad. Things could be a lot worse. Yes, I am going to have some pretty painful sores on my stomach once I get a hold of my cream, but I will be able to carry on my life as usual. Yes, I have chronic fatigue, but that should subside when remission hits. Yes, it does suck that I am 27 and have cancer, not gonna lie, but I WILL go into remission. And if it comes back, we will deal with it then. I will always be aware of it and on the look out for it, yes, that is my reality, but it doesn't consume me, it doesn't define me. I'm not who I was before this and I'm not who I will be but for now, this is me. And if you read this, you are stuck with me for quite some time. :)