What a long way from the beginning until the end. The doctor shared with me the report that he had gotten all the cancer. My hand is still tight and I'm finding the interior stitches poking through my skin on a daily basis, forcing me to remove them. But I can type and use my hand. Even more importantly--I don't have to worry about whether the doctor got it all or if cancer will show up once more.
Halfway through this adventure, my husband told me that he probably wouldn't have recommended the surgery, knowing how hard it had been on my hand. But I'm glad it's done. It will be interesting if next year, I look at my hand and will see the changes to it. Once more I can lift that middle finger and say "Fuc# Cancer".
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