Stage Zero Cancer

I am feeling truly recovered after my recent procedure. By what I can only describe as pure luck or providence, it turns out it was stage zero cancer, meaning it was completely and successfully removed. I am so deeply grateful, even if the full weight of this incredible gift hasn't entirely dawned on me yet. Of course, there will be ongoing radiological CT scans—what the doctors call "surveillance"—over the next several years. Because cancer "usually" doesn't spread, this is mostly precautionary, even though my mind still lingers occasionally on the small probability of something else being there.

Looking back, the procedure itself was non-invasive, and a month out, I am genuinely feeling like myself again. Today’s devotional felt incredibly providential and right on time; it spoke about Holy Father paying me in silence. As my counselor gently reminded me, there is a deep, beautiful consolation to be found in that quiet.

My appetite and eating habits are doing just fine now. I am steadily learning what works best for my body, and any discomfort within my biliary system has significantly lessened. So far, things are going smoothly. There are still occasional moments of "rough air," much like a bumpy airline flight, but they haven't stopped me from doing a single thing I've wanted to do. Day by day, I am safely increasing my physical exertion, and I look forward to heading back to the gym soon to start building back my strength and flexibility.