No, no that C-word.

I had some great news this week that I need to share.

I was very, very ill a year ago. Four operations, one over eight hours. Four months of two kinds of daily treatments with extreme side effects. A bag for four months that my stomach juice went into. I think you can probably see where I’m going with this. I was quiet about it, very few people knew.

It’s gone, and I am without a doubt the happiest I’ve ever been in my life. So, I don’t name it anymore. I’ve found another way of talking about it — I make fun of it.

This illness starts with a C and rhymes with “prancer.” So we’ll just call it that. Prancer. They rank it too, according to how much it’s moved around — one, two, three, four. I had Page Flea Prancer.

When you have Prancer, you often have a blob. The blob starts with a T and rhymes with “bloomer.” I had a Big Bloomer. There’s a number they measure called your Bloomer Marker. Average is below 3.0 to 5.0.

I had a CAT Scan on Monday and saw my Zoologist yesterday. Absolutely clear. There are no cats inside me. My Bloomer Marker level was 1.38 — way great! I’m one year Prancer-free. =)