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.
From the 6th floor
17 hours ago