At 12:30 pm and after a two-hour wait, I finally saw my stem cell doctor. He's going to Spain for two plus weeks. Oh and he said that I no longer have any cancer in me. My body did a Last Call and they had to leave. That Closing Time song played on the juke box, too.
If I had received the typical chemo treatment there would be an 80% chance they'd show their malignant heads sometime down the line in a couple of months or so. But now there's less than half a chance. The best odds in Vegas is playing the Don't Pass line. I think it's 45% so I have better odds than any pit boss would allow.
My odds get slightly better because for the next month I'll be here getting Proton Radiation treatment. I start that next week. Right now I just need to sleep and puke.