Post Scan

July 28 was the last PET.  I think I'm getting good at them now.  I had to peek at the scans before I left; however indecipherable they were to me, I knew there was no new activity.  Relief was mental, emotional, and even physical.  Upwards and onwards, starting now.  I'm not holding back, I'm trying to juggle things all at once -- I feel like a dam breaking loose.  Time will tell if it was ambitious to move forward so quickly.  I feel like I should know better, be smarter in the aftermath.  Or, am I still the amateur?  If it's not the right choice, life will be that much more difficult.
July 28 was my last day in the desert.