A year ago, a dear friend of mine was diagnosed with stage 4 glioblastoma; brain cancer.
She had surgery but, unfortunately, they couldn't get all of it. She valiantly went through her radiation and chemotherapy treatments. She kept an unbelievably positive attitude, but her prognosis was not good. Doctors gave her six to eight months, saying there was little they could do for her.
She underwent a second round of treatments Again, the outlook wasn't good.
Two months after the second treatment ended, she went for an MRI. Nothing had progressed. Nothing had spread. The minimal level of cancer which remained a month prior was exactly the same. It was dormant.
That's been a few months ago and, at this point, the doctors only want to see her once every couple months to check on whether or not it's spread. Her one visit since then confirmed the findings of her last MRI.
The doctors can't explain it, but her friends only know that whatever was done seems to have worked, because Penny is the same person she's always been.
You just never know, man...
