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So this week I saw my surgeon, to get my MRI results - and wait for it..... 

I GOT THE ALL CLEAR!!!!! 

The cavity where my coccyx and the tumour's have once stood, is looking 'the best it's ever been' apparently and aside from the expected scar tissue and inflammation from the three operations, I shouldn't need to have further surgery or any intrusive examinations. 

There is still a small open wound from the last operation which should heal in time and my infection levels are still high but have come down hugely since Christmas. 

I'm still getting my head around it all - in shock almost - this has been my life for eighteen months and it will be strange not to work my weeks around hospital  and nurse appointments - I feel almost alone in the big wide world, I've had so many health professionals holding my hand over the last two years that I'm second guessing myself - waiting for someone to say they have made some sort of mistake - that something else has been found after all. 

I'm so very proud of my body and all that it has overcome since every traumatic operation that has happened in such a small space of time. The fourteen MRI scans, the endless appointments and blood tests and more importantly I'm proud of myself - for not falling apart and for staying strong throughout every operation, appointment and recovery process. 

I've still got a way to go - I have many pelvic appointments booked in the near future to wake up my nerves after three rounds of surgery, I'll still need a lot of rest and will need to continue to take it easy (shan't be getting on a bike or a mechanical bull anytime soon!) and it will take me a long time to be pain free and get to where I was; I'll never be the same person I was before the first operation - but finally - I'm healing:  I'm here, I'm on the right track, I'm alive and I'm getting my life back. 

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