What More Can I Say?

I should really be coming up with something snarky and irreverent to write, and I don't want to enumerate poultry, but I think I'll let this one stand on its own.

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From: HU , BEI MD

To: LEVINE, STEVEN MARK

Cc: HOLLIFIELD , WHITNEY S;

Sent: 1/24/2022 10:38:05 EST

Subject: General Message

Hi Mr. Levine,

Just wanted to let you know the great news of your pet/ct which showed a complete metabolic remission. This is the best response we could hope for. We will still need to do 3 more cycles of the RCHOP. We can talk more about your pet/ct in detail at the visit tomorrow but wanted to let you know the good news in advance.

Best,

Bei Hu, MD

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