Is Less Than One-Thousand Three-Hundred Days Ta Go

So, the Universe done rolls a d100. Ya don't get fer ta see it - is behind the DM's screen. Ya knows that anythin' under a 97 (or mebbe a 95 or a 98 - you ain't exactly sure) means all is good, at least fer the next few months. But if'n the roll fails, is prolly death. A slow, prolly painful death, mebbe in a year, mebbe in ten. This be the reality the Tiz (aka Shianti, aka Julie) done has ta deal with every six months or so, when she done gets a full-body scanification, lookin' fer if the cancer done returned. I expects you buggers can understan' what how anticipatin' it an' waitin' a day fer the results afters can be a little stressful.

Good news be, this week's scan done showed no cancer. She's at more'n a year and a half now since the treatment ended, with about three and a half ta go until they stamp "CURED" on her forehead an' send her home with a lollipop. Won't ever be entirely home free - is always gonna be a tiny chance, an' even if'n it never comes back she's gonna have an' increased chance of heart disease an' whatnots, as a result of the treatments. But when that timer done reaches zero, or close enough, we's gonna have a helluva party.

Once again, we wanna thank every single one of you lot what has done expressed they's support, in any and all forms. Means more ta us than we'll ever be ables ta say.