Nope. I'm mad. And so are my friends ...

So close but yet so far. My number rose from 2.7 to 8.6 - ugh. I am so done with this. I've been planning my future in my head. And then ... back to the drawing board ... still have to figure out how to cure cancer.

All the numbers that were supposed to be high were low. And the one number that's supposed to be low, is up. So no chemo. Like honestly, throw a girl a bone. My platelets were 39. Kristin asked me to get blood re-drawn today to see if the platelets were at least on their way up. If I got a 40, I would be able to get chemo. No go - they were down to 29 today.

Also, the hemoglobin number is a pain in the ass too. That's red blood cells. They should be 12, mine were 5.9 - really low. Today on the re-draw, they were 5.4. Now I need a blood transfusion. That's tomorrow for about 4 - 6 hours. At least I should feel and look better after that. The low red blood cells have left me very short of breath and with throbbing headaches. Plus, I'm a little pale. Nothing some blush can't cure, but it would be nice to have some natural pink in my cheeks. Right now I'm keeping Sephora in business trying to make my ghost face look halfway normal.

My friends, family and neighbors share in my disgust. I sent several people text messages about the low hCG and my frustration. These were some of the responses:

Bastard
That stinks
This is a pain in the blip
WTF!! That sucks!
Shit!
Seriously?
Shit! That's stinks
Ugh indeed!
Shitski!!
Aghhhhhhh (that's me yelling in frustration for u)
Sonovabitch!

You can tell I'm in good company. When I curse, they curse back! When I look at that list of responses it makes me smile. No matter what my numbers are - I have a lot of support!

Hit a Strike Against Cancer!

Here's a little catch-up from like two weeks ago: 

 

When in doubt, pick up your fun nephews and find a cool activity. It was a boring weekend day and I had to get out of the house. Lucky, a local cancer organization, You and Me on a Comeback, was holding a Bowl-a-thon! Winning!

 

Jay, Ben and Alexander are usually up for anything. It was a bonus that Jay wasn't totally weirded out when he realized he wasn't wearing any socks in his cool new Sperry's. He'd have to wear the bowling shoes with naked feet. He did remark though that the man behind the counter did nothing but spritz some fragrant spray in the general area of the shoes and that meant they were "sanitized." No one ended up with Athlete's Foot ... but that might be because you can't call us athletes by the way we bowled!!

 

 

 

With two lanes to bowl on and single digit scores after 5 frames, we decided to ask for bumpers on one lane. Hysterically, even with bumpers we bowled "consistently" - which translates to: 1st roll you get three pins; 2nd roll you throw the ball in that exact spot, where there's now a hole and you get no pins. Net score with bumpers? 3. Ouch.

It was fun to meet new people from the Cancer organization and see some old friends. Adam Aurand and his wife Kristy came to bowl with us and brought their own little bowling ball, Baby Kylar!! I quickly traded holding a bowling ball for holding the bambino! So cute!!

 

 

It was a fun, family outing and supported a good cause. I thought it would be funny if I put spots on my head so it looked like a bowling ball. But I thought Jay would DIE of embarrassment so I held off.

 

 

Couldn't contain myself at home though. No one but Chris and the dogs to laugh at me ... and they do that every day any way. I'd say with all my brains, that bowling ball head is at least a 12 pounder!

You're never too old to be a Twilight Fan

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Friend and News 8 at 6 Producer Extraordinaire Ronda Keiser submitted this Guest Post

November 2008. Young (and not so young) girls were obsessed with the "Twilight" novel series. And for the first time, you could see the drama unfold on the big screen. Meredith and I, not wanted to be left out of the in crowd, started reading the books. We were hooked. We decided to go see the movie. But as you all know, Meredith was fighting cancer the first time then. So it took some time to get there, but we saw the first Twilight movie, together, in one of the last showings at the Kendig Square Movie Theater.

As every new movie came out, we saw them, usually on the first night. We donned our team Edward shirts and we rocked it.

Now, its 2012/2013. The final movie came out. Meredith is fighting cancer again. So we didn't go the first night, but I told her we were going. We had to go. The Twilight movie series was over and to come full circle, we had to see it at Kendig Square. I'm taking it as a sign that Meredith (in her words) is finally kicking cancer for good!

So Sunday, we went to Kendig Square, in a theater filled with young girls and their families, to enjoy the movie. We enjoyed popcorn, floating in butter.

Meredith, thanks for being my "Twilight Tween Buddy."

We totally fit in with the middle schoolers, no?


Ronda, thank YOU for getting me on the Team Edward bandwagon and seeing each movie with me (even though Kristen Stewart still can't act, 5 movies later!) It's been so fun and gosh ... that buttery popcorn is delicious!! xoxo