Last Thursday things pretty much went as expected. Bloodwork, doc, then shots. Almost didn’t do the shots though, because of the discussion with NP Jen which went something like this: Your numbers are way, way up again; very little chance the shots are actually doing much good; you can go on hospice any time you like; guessing that you have 2 months left to live, give or take; this is the first time I’ve seen you actually look ‘not well.’
Jen also said some really nice things, like, you’ve been amazing throughout this whole process. But let’s talk about the important stuff — when Jen mentioned that I did ‘not look well,’ I think I’d’ve preferred it if her news was … There’s the a truck about to hit you! but your hair looks fabulous! So dear friends who’d like to visit me, the following will all be welcome comments to start conversations … wow, you look awesome … how DO you stay so fetching … you look marvelous my dear.
I am kidding of course. My vanity is not that crazy. But my time is limited. I hope to be in touch with many of you, my friends, and I plan to write one more blog post before I say an online b’ bye.