If I wasn’t so busy, I oughta try out for the swim team, or maybe have a go at cycling…I’d freaking slice through water like a damn dolphin about now. The odd hanger-on eyelash/brow would only slow me down marginally (and could leap off at any given moment now, anyway…all it might take is just a little bit of wind resistance.)
Like the pin-up girl pose? Maybe we should do a calendar: The Hairless Hotties of 3 North.
(See, I told you I have pointy ears.)
As reported earlier, my counts are cooperating nicely. As of today, I’m back to a normal white cell count, and feeling great. Which means that first thing tomorrow, I will be getting the next doses of chemo - methotrexate, and then cytarabine this time. And then a week from Tuesday, my third lumbar puncture. We’re keeping this Mf’er on the RUN.
I’ve learned a lot about being a good patient. It doesn’t just mean taking your meds and being passive. It means asking questions and keeping track of things. It means doing your part -- no one can force you to drink enough fluids, even with an IV, and no one can make you get up and walk and move as much as you possibly can. It means TRYING. Learning what works to manage your pain and side effects and helping the staff help you. More than anything, it means focusing your mind on fighting…staying positive, refusing to dwell on the small stuff, and really keeping your mind on the big picture.
And remember to take the time to watch a good horse movie with your excellent boyfriend once a week…it’s been proven very therapeutic indeed!