I Don't Have Cancer!

Hooray! I don't have cancer! Biopsy results were nice and boring.

And... I managed to put my back out last night taking the dog out.

Awesome.

Husband's reaction to "I don't have cancer!" was "I don't have cancer either!" and then we had a rousing back and forth about our biopsies.

His was just before Christmas if you remember, in a non-horrifying area, and his results had also been a big relief. It feels like so long ago to me, though.

"My biopsy was way cooler than your biopsy. They didn't inject you with a damn thing and they didn't cauterize anything," I taunted.

He just laughed.

"So therefore henceforth wherein mine was more medical-y."

He shook his head at me. I am glad I am so entertaining.

"I win!"

The War of Biopsies!

Of course, he is also not in any type of ridiculous pain.

He doesn't walk like a little old man.

He doesn't randomly yell out "ow" while sitting still on the couch watching television.

He is not medicated.

And he is sleeping through the night.

Crap. I think I just lost The War of Biopsies!