Fewer Posts? WTF??

I know I'm slacking a little bit on posting. To be honest, I've had the shits of this. Not the blog, specifically. But the cancer. We started this on February 2nd. It's the middle of June. Ugh. I was wearing my winter coat to go to chemo. Now I'm rocking shorts and flip flops.

I think the only reason I'm starting to get bitchy about this is because we're doing so well. I hope we're getting close to done. If we were stuck in the middle still, I'd put on my Suzy Sunshine Smile and ramp up the positive attitude. But now, I'm nothing but attitude.

I will work on posting more. In the meantime, forgive me if I'm grumpy. I'm bored of cancer. "Cancer Free" is the new Justin Beiber ... and I'm getting Beiber Fever.

  VS.

Part 2: On WGAL

I've been sharing stories about my cancer treatment on WGAL. There will be four stories total. This is the link for story #2 which aired last week.

Kristin is a bonafide star!!! She was so nervous but she shined! She made the story: a little expertise, a little sass and a good lesson.

It's also important to note that broadcast journalists don't have to spell a lot of things correctly. Mainly just the people's names. And I nearly fucked that up. My dear Kristin is spelled KRISTIN - not Kristen, as I've been doing since 2008 (you think she would have spoken up sooner! It's all her fault!) And just about 45 minutes before the story aired, I finally got her last name correct: AHRENS. The woman is literally bringing me back to life - you think I could get her name right! (My bad, girl!)

I hope you enjoy!

Meredith's WGAL Story Part 2

No Go for Chemo

Wednesdays are big days. I've even started to look forward to them. So when I walk into the office and Beverly, at the front desk, shakes her head, I'm actually disappointed.

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:



"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!