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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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