Walking into Georgetown Hospital after being away for 6 months, feelings of anxiety swept over me. It actually started en route. I hadn’t expected to really feel that way but I guess it makes sense. Scott and I have experienced quite a bit in hospitals in general but this was our home every other Tuesday for almost a year. We got to G’town a bit earlier than expected, so we decided to head up to 7 West to the clinical trial chemo floor to visit our old stomping grounds. We hadn’t been back there since the last time we had chemo. As much as we loved the staff there, it just seemed right to stay away for a while. Distance ourselves from what we had been through.

We walked in and tears started to fill both of our eyes. Mercedes our wonderful main care nurse was there all smiles and hugs. She asked us how our kids were and if Hannah still didn’t like spaghetti. The nurses showed us the picture of our kids still hanging on the wall. They were a in a sense our family during our cancer battle, showing us patience, support and experience when we needed it most. We put a lot of trust in those nurses and they came through. I had missed them, but glad to be on the other side of the coin now.  As we left, things got busy for them. Calls coming in for the chemo orders – the board was full of new patients all getting their chemo treatment. It’s very sad if you stop and think about it – all of those people beginning -in the middle or end of their journey.

We then went over to the Lombardi Cancer Center to meet with Dr Marshall. Pretty uneventful meeting – more of a check in. All is good. Scans are good. They took some blood work but have no real concerns. We are good to go for another 6 months.

Turns out we are 2 years livin strong. Dr Marshall said 2 years is good, 3 years is better. 3 years is our remission stage – 3 years here we come!