Update 11/24/16:

I had a scan last week. The results are in. There is still nothing new showing up, which is great. The current maintenance regimen is working. There’s always the fear of a mutation developing or the cancer becoming resistant, rendering the chemo ineffective. That’s not the case right now. Things appear to be under control. This is great news.

I’m finally at a point in my life, since this whirlwind began, where I feel like I can truly be thankful for things again. It’s the strangest thing.

Two years ago I started to really realize that something was wrong. It would be an agonizing nearly two full months until I would finally learn my diagnosis. What a crappy trip that was. The unknowns were excruciating. When I was told I had cancer I was relieved to hear the words. To finally have an answer to the haunting question. I had racked my brain and swept the internet. The internet is a terrible place to turn, FYI. Everything basically says you’re going to die or that it is cancer…

stubbed your toe: cancer…

graying hair: you’re going to die… probably from cancer…

Much to my surprise, I am not dead (thanks a lot Google). Enough time has passed to process things, to realize this is not a dream. So yes, I can finally be thankful. I accept that there is no cure. I understand what my future most likely holds, but I’m thankful. I am totally thankful.

I have been extremely fortunate to have the best family, gf, friends and doctors anyone could ask for. I would not be here without each and every one of you. Thank you all.

Now please let my fantasy football team win…