Went to the oncologist. Got the all clear for now. It's really weird though...every time I go to Dana-Farber for an appointment, it's like I enter this entirely different world where I take on this identity of cancer patient, and even though I'm not in active treatment, there's still this odd sense of community there where this disease defines you in a way.
I guess some of it comes because you're ID'd in so many different ways there: you have a hospital bracelet and a locator you wear the entire time, and you use the blue credit-card-type ID card that they give you on your first visit with your name/birthday/medical record number to sign in for parking and to check in on your oncologist's floor. So from the moment you get there, you're in this separate world where you're clearly marked as a cancer patient. Every time I go it's a curious, almost otherworldly experience.
Anyway, I don't have to go back until the end of August unless a laundry list of symptoms pops back up. Which means stupid-cancer's sorted for another three months, woot woot. \0/ \0/ \0/
So, of course, post-appointment, Noe and I did the still-no-recurrence dance o' joy, AKA Go Out And Buy All The Things. Which means I now own two Avengers t-shirts and Loki, Tony and Thor figurines. Er. And I may have bought Thor and Iron Man comics. *looks shifty*
You guys, nobody told me comic books were actually awesome, dammit. My budget is so fucked.Also, Noe is awesome because she distracted me through my appointment by helping me come up with crazy-awesome-hysterical Loki/Tony plots, and yeah, er, we may have come up with a way for me to write
Loki/Tony-with-deaged-Steve fic. AHAHAHAHAHAHA. I am
so starting it tonight.
You guys, I am so filled with fandom love I might just explode in a sparkling-confetti burst of fangirl squee. *FLAILS*
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