There were no cancer cells so I don't need radiation and it was the non-aggressive kind of tumour so I don't need further surgery!
I feel light as air.
And slightly drunk.
But I have to say the 4th floor at Princess Margaret Hospital is as depressing as the basement where patients go for radiation treatments.
This is how I pass the time with Paul while waiting for Dr. McCready in dismal little hospital rooms, I pretend I'm the sound effects person for the 1960s episodes of Star Trek.
I was laughing so hard I had tears running down my face when the doctor came in (not Dr. McCready, a young unknown doctor) - he must have thought I was either emotionally wrecked or insane...especially if he caught me imitating the swoosh of the automatic doors or the boop boop boop of the medical equipment.