Sometimes it's the simple things.

So, as a victory for not eating since the monday before the colonoscopy a month or so ago (it was on a thurs afternoon) mere bought me a Chick-fil-a sammy on her way down from boulder that day. Lemme tell you, I was fired up about it. Not only had I not eaten in days, but Chick-fil-a. I mean, come on- they rule it. Unfortunately, there aren't a lot of them in CO (just a few actually) and we usually have to go way out of our way for one. So, needless to say I was ready for it. Then we naively went to the procedure, no idea that it could result in cancer. Of course, after the news, the Dr recommended no 'real' food until after the surgery, which was not until the next tuesday, and I never ate the chicken sandwich, altho the car ride home smelled like we were IN a chick-fil-a.

Now, for some reason, that became the victory focus... get healed enough to eat chick-fil-a. It almost was a joke w/ my surgeon and I and my family. So, I went along thru surgery, healing, etc, and funny enuf, i never was near one to eat it (still haven't left my house or 10-20 block radius much). Then today, Will brought me a Chick-fil-a biscuit for breakfast. Ironically, I'm going for the PET scan today, and again, cannot eat all day. Funny...errrr, sort of. Anyway, I know i won't get the results of this scan for a few days, but I'm bringing this damn biscuit in hopes that today I walk out of this scan and can eat it on the way home...signifying a small victory to just be done with it and moving on into the next phase of treatment. It also signifies me getting over another really really scary hump, and figuring out what is left in me, cancer-wise. So, to some it might just be a piece of fried chicken on some sort of bread...but to me, it means I'm making progress and will get thru all this.