The outpouring of emotion, Woods said, made it easier to get through the treatments.
On Oct. 2, the 6-foot-4, 293-pound lineman walked into the meeting room to speak with the media. He was smiling.
He beat cancer's chemotherapy.
What's your prognosis?
“I'll get another scan in three weeks,” Woods said. “From that point, they'll be able to tell me if I'm in remission or not. But all of my scans previous to this have come back excellent. So everything looks good right now.”
When will you get the port out of your chest?
“We'll see,” Woods said. “I'll get the scan and then I'll wait for the results and my doctor will let me know when I can get that out.”
Do you expect you'll have more stamina and strength?
“Oh yeah,” Woods said. “Every two weeks, when I go in for the treatment, I finally start feeling back up to full speed.
“I know when two weeks rolls around, that next Monday I'll be feeling good that I don't have to get a treatment that knocks me back down again.”
As he answered the questions, Woods' smile didn't fade. That slip of paper from that fortune cookie got it right.
On Oct. 1, Austin Woods had his last chemotherapy treatment — exactly three months after he cracked open that cookie.