On 5 February 2020 I was diagnosed with Stage 4 colon cancer. I made the mistake of looking up survival rates on the internet. Scared the crap out of me.
The following month I had surgery, but they couldn’t get at a couple of malignant lymph nodes, and on 16 March I began chemotherapy infusions every two weeks. My oncologist said that something would happen by my third year of treatment, but he didn’t know what.
In 2023 I passed the three year mark. Nothing happened in my fourth year either, and the onkydoc said I was an unusual case, an outlier within the top fifth percentile of patients. He reduced my chemo dosage for a second time in October 2024.
On Monday, 12 May 2025, the oncologist informed me that Infusion No. 129 would be my last, and that I’m officially in remission.
I still get to visit the pretty nurses in the clinic every three months for a blood draw and Signatera test, and have a CT scan every four.
I’ve been fortunate that my side effects have been tolerable. The most bothersome was chemobrain – the mental fog that never quite dissipates. I’m hoping that as the toxins flush out things will improve, but then I won’t have chemo to blame for when I get a case of the stoopidz.
Thanks to all for the good wishes and prayers. Seems they worked.
Tacky Raccoons 
HUGE CONGRATS!!!!!!
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THANKYOU!
I’m starting to notice small improvements, but it’s too soon to tell for sure. Strange as it might seem, I already miss going to the clinic – the staff nurses were lotta fun.
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Well done, carry on!!! You may not realize it yet but you looked the angel of death in the eyes and laughed. Every single moment of life is more valuable. Only those of us that have been in this decisive engagement, appreciate every sunrise, every breath of the wind and have a heightened sense of appreciation. Good luck!
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Nah, I didn’t laugh. I paid respect.
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