I wrote the post below on Sunday.  I have been wanting to edit it and make it say what I felt that day.  I got lazy and decided to settle for something that was grammatically correct.  But even that has seemed too much, and now I just need to move on and put it out there and hope you can feel what I was trying to say.  I meant to write it louder and sweeter, but I need to move on.

The water is slowly making its exit.  I went to the Dr. today to have my blood work checked and plan a little into the future.  I have felt one of the five target tumors disappear completely, anther shrink to half its size, and the other three seem to have not changed.  I haven't felt anything new.

I have one more week of IL-2 starting Monday.  It is my last shot.  We will scan early July (as long as we don't feel lots of new growth before then) and hope that my immune system figures something out here.  Immuontherapies (like IL-2) continue to work after they are administered, so we will see what we can pull off.  If the IL-2 didn't do the trick we will switch to a trial or IPI in July. 

I am feeling great today.  I have enjoyed doing things I used to do (laundry, dishes, yard work).  I am excited that things will get to back to normal in June.  I am glad, yet anxious, that we are putting the hardest treatments behind me. 

I still find myself hoping and believing that the IL-2 will cure me.  My body has responded.  It's fighting battles everyday with the evil cancer.  And the boys pray at night "Bless that the treatments will work and mom's cancer will go away." Can it just be that easy, please?