Such was the case yesterday. Good numbers and bad numbers all rolled into one.
The Good: the hCG is down to 1.5!! Can I get a "Hell Yeah!" After staying steady at 2.0, which counts as remission, breaking the 2 mark was exciting.
The Bad: Platelets were down. Blah blah blah. Where have I heard that before? Like 36 times in the last five months. They are supposed to be 100 to receive chemo. I've talked Kristin into it even in the 70's. But a 24 is never going to fly.
The Ugly: the look on my face when Kristin sends me packing. All my friends were there on Wednesday; Kerri, the only other patient who doesn't yet qualify for AARP. Plus my friend Enid and her husband. She's nearly ending treatment. How much longer will I have to chat with them and hear about San Diego and how their grandsons are doing? So, as Kristin says, I "worked the room," said my quick hellos and then goodbyes.
I'm so lucky and so thrilled the cancer is dying - or practically dead - at this point. But I am disappointed for the home stretch of treatment to be pushed back another week. My sister Taylor will come to visit in two weeks with my wonderful niece Hailey and nephew William. I was hoping to carve out a vacation week of no chemo during their visit. But God picked this week as a break instead, so we'll play with fun children then get the poison. Oh well. It will all work out. It always does.
But let's face it, life can't be that bad when you are wearing a shirt like this:
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"Bald is the New Blonde" So true, so true. The T-shirt, the smile and a lot of laughs courtsey of Adam and Kristy Aurand! Thanks guys! |
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