I've told many of you this, but if you missed the sermon, the answer is: (somewhat surprising to me) normal.
Not sure how much of feeling normal is simply deciding you have been sick for a while (the cancer probably started about 2 years ago) and you desperately want to be normal, or if you really are normal.
According to blood tests, CT scans, bone marrow biopsies, and above all my Oncologist, I am medically normal. Physicians reading this will detect the reason for the italics-all docs view their patients through a certain filter, and frankly there is a tendency to see patients in an objective, clinical, and somewhat sterile sense. I suspect most patients view normality through a much wider lens, and a pronouncement of 'normal' from the doc may not translate quite so well in the gestalt of their entire being.
OK, enough philosophical rambling-many thanks to all for continued support and encouragement. It makes up a significant piece of the normal pie (or cake :-).
Kindest wishes
