try, try again

So today we tried again to get that pesky baseline test done.

I have to say, that despite my name of 'hopeful', I rarely have hope these days. So thoughts of my cyst being gone and being able to draw blood were far from my mind.

But you know what?

The cyst was actually gone. I almost cried tears of joy.

Because in the almost 2 years of treatments, this is the first time that something has actually gone as the doctor expected.

What does this mean? Oh, mostly nothing right now.

But it DOES mean that we can begin on a Plan. And although this is probably Plan D, well, it's still a Plan.