Thought I’d better blog again because people are starting to phone and ask me if I’m alright. I’ve also been told to keep it short! So here it goes!
My Carepath nurse collected my CT Scan results and told me I was stable! Hurray! Life is good.
I think my hemoglobin is better now because I can walk up the stairs better without huffing and puffing and feeling like my legs are full of jelly.
I’m glad she let me know since I still haven’t seen my oncologist since November. My January appointment consisted of sitting in the waiting room with my husband for 1 1/2 hours. We had to leave again because my husband has 1 hour for lunch and he was gone for 2. Funny how my clinic note (which I now have Internet access to) stated I telephoned and told them I couldn’t make it in for my appointment. Hmmm…… not sure how I’m going to handle that.
I requested to see my oncologist in February when I was suppose to get my shots in the stomach. However, he is on vacation; so now I don’t see him until March. Oh well, if I’m stable now, I’m good. My hemoglobin, red and white blood cells were really low in December (worthy of a blood transfusion), but now I got some new medicine from Germany and am feeling much better. Guess it was worth turning yellow for a while.
And now for some humour….
This is a conversation about reading which I overheard from the back seat of the car….
Frack: There are no good books in my classroom. They are all so old.
Frick: Really, in my classroom, the books are from the 1900’s.
Frack: Oh yeah, well the books in my classroom are from Jesus’s time.
Poor Bobo. He comes home one night with chunks of meat in his coat pockets. “Darn,” he said, “Now I’m going to have to get my coat cleaned.” He forgot to take his ziplock bags when I sent him over to my parents to fix their TV (they keep pushing the wrong buttons and then get no picture/TV). Well, you know you can’t go into an Italian house without being fed something. Needless to say, he wasn’t prepared to hide whatever he didn’t want to eat so he stuffed the food in his coat pockets when they weren’t looking. I laughed and laughed and laughed at him.
I wish I was smart enough to think of concealing ziplock bags for food when I was a kid.
Would have saved my butt from getting whacked more than once!