It’s now August 2015. Three cystoscopies have come and gone, each with no sign of returning tumors inside my bladder. Surgeon wants to do one more Cystoscopy before he considers me out of the woods.
Even then, he’ll still schedule me for three exams the following year, then two exams the year after, ending with an annual Cystoscopy for life.
Which is not bad.
Better a living cancer survivor than a dead cancer victim.