As I type this, my thoughts are scrambled, and my typing fingers are confused and unsure what they're doing, but that's ok, because I'm alive, and for the foreseeable future, I will continue to be...hopefully.

So, I had a very important medical appointment today–my oncologist informed me that my cancer's now in remission, and that's great news, but as is most things in life, it's a little more complicated than that.

The thing is, I still have a residual mass (tumor) in my chest cavity, but it's considerably smaller than it was when I first started chemotherapy (it's no longer harassing my lungs and heart), and based from my PET scan results, it's inactive (dead).

My oncologist hopes that it'll continue to reduce in size over the next few months as the chemo drugs continue to work their magic. She'll be closely monitoring me for the next 2 years, up until year 5, where the likelihood of relapse is said to be very low.

So to recap, my cancer is theoretically dead, but it can always come back without warning (especially the aggressive kind I have), so I'm not necessarily in the clear. BUT, I now have a lot more peace of mind, and can start to breath a little easier.

I know this is such a cliche, but I really DO feel like I have a new lease on life. I feel tremendously grateful to be alive, and I'm going to start attacking life with so much more vigor and passion. I should be dead, but I'm not, and that's such a sobering feeling.

For all of you who've reached out to me in the past few months and expressed your well wishes, I thank you fully from the bottom of my heart. I've been humbled from this entire experience, and just want to marinate in the simple joys that life has to offer.

If you're in the LA area, and want to have a beer with me to celebrate sometime, DM me. Let's celebrate being alive together, one pint at a time. ¡Salud!