I’d like to say that posting more blog entries is a resolution for 2011. This would be like writing a To Do list with “Write To Do list” as its first item waiting to be crossed off, thus giving you the warm, but false glow of completion. The truth has much more to do with shame. If the one of busiest people I know can start and maintain a blog, what the hell is my excuse? Sloth. Good old-fashioned biblical, non-three-toed sloth.

I’ve been married now for a bit over a month. We are slowing battling our way through the Thank You notes. There have been moments of hand cramps. People have been so generous to us that it’s sometimes hard to adequately express how grateful Lisa and I are.

On the cancer front, the first anniversary of the diagnosis is approaching. A recent CT scan showed nothing out of the ordinary. I think I’m still technically under a 10 pound lifting restriction. The four month anniversary of my ignoring that is also approaching. I feel great, things in my nether regions are behaving somewhat differently than before all of this happened, but mostly fine.

Mostly.

The days leading by to our appointment with Steve-O to get the latest CT scan results came with ambient stress that slowly increased. Both of us: Bad, strange dreams. I had the aforementioned sloth times 10. The morning of the appointment – 8am, no less – Lisa and I were oddly silent and pensive. Once Steve-O told us everything was good, we almost automatically started joking around again as we read the report’s goofy language:

• “Gallbladder is present.” – Bob to Lisa: “Told you!”
• “The pancreas is unremarkable.” – Lisa to Bob: “Told you!”
• “The appendix is visualized.”- Lisa and Bob: “And that’s different from ‘present’ how? Is there a rule about using the same adjective twice or something?”
• “The heart size is within normal limits.” – Lisa to Bob: “Figures.”

It seems painfully obvious in hindsight, but we hadn’t tied any of above dread to the appointment and test results. Then again, I can be slow on the uptake. It took me years to realize those “colds” I was getting at the turn of every season were really seasonal allergies easily knocked out with Claritin.

A follow-up colonoscopy happens in a week or so, with the results dropping a few days later. We aren’t expecting anything but a continued all-clear. Then a week later, the diagnosis anniversary. What do people do to celebrate/commemorate a day like that?