Good news is in the eye of the beholder. I took today’s phone call from my oncologist as more good news than bad.
My Non-Hodgkins B-Cell Lymphoma will be classified – or the doctor’s classification – as a moderate cancer. Lymphoma has three degrees of severity – low, medium, and high.
The testing I’ve been subjected to over the past week comes back with a diagnosis of low grade cancer with a few asterisks. But, there are characteristics and a few too many large cells for my oncologist’s comfort level. He thought it was medium from his first exam.
That’s okay. Essentially, I guess, you could say I’m sitting on the border of the two. That’s still better than hearing all the pathology and testing said medium grade. I took the doctor’s call as good news which could have been worse.
The doctor recommended treating it as medium level cancer and I totally agreed. That mean’s a couple of extra powerful drugs in my chemo cocktail, but so be it.
After insurance approval, I hope to have my first treatment Wednesday. All in all, not bad news.
A former employee of mine, who I informed yesterday, shared some back and forth via text. His last text really made me smile. He knows me well.
“I don’t think I like cancer’s chance against you!”