It has been six months since my CAR-T infusion, and the PET/CT today confirmed that I remain in remission!
After today, I no longer have monthly visits and now plan to return every three months—which puts my next checkup at after this semester before Christmas.
The staff at the hospital say they hardly recognize me now with hair and without a hat. I suppose that’s a good thing.
What a rollercoaster of a year! There is so much to look forward to this next year, and I am so thankful for another chance at life.
Every good checkup feels like confirmation that everything will be okay, that everything will end up working out for the better after all, that I deserve to be here. This past half year alone has presented more than enough nadirs—from phantom chest pains to high fevers, from months of excess phlegm to a cough here and there. With every health issue that arises, no matter how minor, I fear the worst. And I don’t think that fear will ever be gone. It is a burden I carry.
But as my mom always tells me, I am lucky. We are lucky. ❤