A parodic retelling of Friendship is Magic, in which things begin with one of Twilight Sparkle's boredom fueled doomsday predictions actually coming true!
Had my MRI done last Wednesday, and this Wednesday my radiologist and oncologist both confirmed that there was no visual signs of any tumor regrowth, to go along with my continuing to not have any of the symptoms I was experiencing prior to my July surgery last year! Still going well! I'll be getting a new shipment of Temodar pills this Friday, and will starting the fourth five day course
So apparently the Chicken Pox virus that has been idle in my body ever since my early childhood caught sight of all the cancer therapy I've been doing and went "would be a shame if someone took advantage of a slight downturn in your immune system," and then I break out in Shingles on the right side of my head at age 37. They usually only START worrying about that at age 50+! What a blessed start
Nah it's actually not as cool as that. I'm STILL alive, last MRI was clear, still no tumor related symptoms, and I've begun my second round of chemo wherein I take double or triple doses for 5 days in a row once a month for six months. The "LOLCYBORG" bit comes from a little device called Optune, which generates a Tumor Treating Field through basically all of my brain as long as it's attached and
Holy shit I got back from my post surgery checkup appointment with the surgeon.
Surgeon: "You were pretty out of it." Me: "Yeah I don't remember much two days before the surgery, I figure I must've been on some good medications at the time." Surgeon: "Uh no, actually you were on death's door and your brain just stopped working basically." Me: "...OH."