I DO NOT HAVE CANCER!

I called to get my test results, yesterday, figuring that they wouldn't be able to tell me anything over the phone. But, I was wrong!

The oncology nurse said, and I quote ... "your results are normal."

Did you see that? Normal! I haven't received any normal results since I was "No Scar Mommy."

Fittingly, I was at work when I got this happy news, just as I was on February third when I got the life-changing news. When I was diagnosed, I told everyone. My whole office knew, of course, because I was reduced to a crumpled and blubbering pile of patient on my cube floor. They had to help me finish talking to my surgeon, hang up the phone, make sense of the words that had just shattered me and walk across the hall to a private room, from where I called my whole family.

Interestingly, when I got good news, yesterday, I didn't tell anyone. I got off the phone and continued working, filling in spread sheets and calling vendors of trolleys, golf balls and post-it notes. I didn't tell my co-workers during our staff meeting and I didn't call any of my friends. About two hours later, I realized that I should probably send a message to Scott and my mom, which I did ... to great fanfare.

Later, after Scott and I had put the kids to bed and were well into a celebratory bottle of wine, I asked him how he felt about the clear scan. Six months ago, he was - as we all were - shocked to hear that I had cancer. He was even more shocked to learn that it was a pretty big deal and that the recommended course of action was a double mastectomy. Last night, he confessed that he was surprised to hear the good news. After so much disappointment, and so many setbacks, we were both expecting to hear the worst. We hadn't talked about it, but silently and stoically, we were bracing for the impact which, thankfully - this time - did not come.

It's about time.

Suck it, cancer. You have no home here.