T’was a good day.
Speaking of cats, I’m certainly feeling like I have nine lives.
Went for my dreaded 9:30 appt fearing the worst. Took Bobo with me…he brings me good luck. No doctor ever says anything bad when he is around. He is also my comic relief. When the nurse asked me for my red hospital card, he asked her if I gets points for it. She started laughing and then he told her if you rack up enough points, you get a tongue depressor! He should have be a comedian.
When I saw the radiation guy, he said everything was okay. I gave him the stunned disbelief look. “Whaaat?”, I said. How could this be? I got a whole bunch of things getting bigger in my spine and everything is okay?” I’ve got the report right here…I have another team of doctors who just told me that I needed to call my surgeon because my neck needed to be stabilized before you zapped me again.
“Who told you that?” he asked. My health plan has this thing where they phone you every week to see how you are doing and they always get me my reports before I see my doctors and tell me what’s going on. “Well, they are wrong”, he said. “I just looked at your MRI and everything is within the normal parameters”. You are a complex case and don’t listen to them. (This is coming from they guy who told me that I had cancer in my neck (C5) last June and when I came for my simulation appointment, discovered the technician was wrong and it wasn’t anything. So really folks. Just who am I suppose to believe now?)
My husbands sitting next to me, with his “I told you” cheshire grin on his face. He told me all week-end that they were all whacked.
Meanwhile, I was seriously intent on booking a trip next week to Europe to see all the stuff I had on my bucket list before I became a quadriplegic. I was going to go to Pompei, Rome, Milan, Venice, with a side trip to Germany to pick up my intravenous bags of Curcumin, then I was going to take my daughter to see the Eiffel Tower (her dream), and then take the bullet train to London to see a more palaces and other great places. I figured I’d better do everything I wanted to do while I was still walking! I was going to do the Queen Latifah thing….cash out whatever money I could find (RRSP, who needs that?) and LIVE IT UP! If you haven’t seen her movie, called “Last Holiday”, it is funny and a must see. (You can download it on your computer for free on YouTube).
Still in a bit of shock. But very happy. And eternally grateful that the good Lord spared me once again.
My radiation guy asked me what my oncologist wanted to do for me re: treatment. I told him he wanted to put me on the foot burning chemo (Xeloda/capecitabine) and I wasn’t going for it. I couldn’t walk every other week because my feet were burning and peeling. “Don’t they have anything else for you?” he asked. “Yeah, the intravenous I.V. ones where all your hair falls out”. He just smiled at me. He must think I’m nuts. I told him I was sticking to the treatment from Germany as long as I possible could because most of the people I know that were in the same boat as me and stayed on conventional treatment were dead. One just died 2 weeks ago. He said, “Some of them were my patients, weren’t they?” I just looked at him and didn’t say anything. Then he told me that some of his patients were going to Germany for some kind of hyperthermia thing. I told him that wasn’t what I was doing. Didn’t want to get into another conversation with a doctor about piggy stem cells to be told it was quackery once again, so I did not elaborate.
However, I’m thinking the next time a doctor asks me what kind of treatment they are doing for me over in Germany, I am seriously going to tell them that I’m getting stem cells from a unicorn. It sounds better.
P.S. My new shipment has arrived from Germany. More needles. One shot in the butt every morning, two at night, and drops/tinctures three times a day. My husband enjoys it more than me.