Safe to go back into the public once again.
The dosage I was given was at a lower radiation blah blah (technical term) than my initial treatment two years ago, which kept me isolated for a week. This time, I'm good to go tomorrow. At that point, more blood drawn (will they EVER listen when I show them the only vein they'll get anything out of? So far, no.) and meds restarted, putting me back on my feet for the first time in five weeks.
Booya.
The nice man who ran the scans said everything looked great... officially, I have to wait until I get the report from the doctor, but, I'm going with "... no sign of any new masses." I never thought I'd like the sound of the word "mass" again. I am staying on the course of avoiding said word, in any form. There is still the question of numbers that jump around, but, I can live with changing meds all the time versus what they had feared. I wish my little cancer was detected by blood work... it isn't. Such is life.
I've had my fill of mashed potatoes, since that's the easiest thing to make (boil water, pour in package) along with far too much rice pudding. When ill or depressed, my comfort foods are white. This doesn't bode well for my hips... ha!
Prayers wing up, prayers are answered. I'm lucky I had so many with my name on them....
Thank you, everyone.
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Welcome back, sunshine!
I'll eat rice too, just for the company.
Welcome back. Does this mean you can't scare little kids any more?
White foods are, they say, better than beige foods. But I always point out to "them" that chick peas are beige.
To get colors back into your diet with easy or no prep, I recommend Jamba Juice. The little boys who work there are so pretty and if you're judicious about the choices (skip smoothies, granola, or anything containing sherbet) they will make you feel better.
Change the mashed potatoes up with some vichyswa...
viciousswan...
vicariousswat...
vishethaw...
...oh, you know, that French cold potato soup.
BTW, welcome back to the land of the non-glowing, please get better.
My comfort men are white too.
Oh, wait a minute, you said comfort FOOD.
Nevermind.
Eat.
Don't forget to mail me the spaghetti strainer helmet and box of aluminum foil! HA ha haaa!
On the Cancer Smackdown Scoreboard-
Quinn-2
Cancer- 0
BOOYA!
welcome back.
BOOYA! BOOYA! BOOYA! And then some!
Bless that scan man for his good report... Thoughts, prayers and {{{{{hugs}}}}} still have your name on them, going your way!
Do svidanija! Budem zdorovy! Ja teb'a l'ubl'u!
I'm glad that you're feeling better now =)
You glow without being radiated, my friend. Glad all is well. I loved the little wrestling piece before. Bet that could make some people squirm.
QB ---Glad to hear the positive outlook on your prognosis - Stupid cancer
GL Q!
Keep it going..
im' loving me some remission!! thank you, everyone... two words that never really cover the depth of feeling behind them.
Good for you Addi.
To cheer you up, a few years ago I got nuked in hospital. At the time, when you wanted to go for a call of nature (a Jimmy Riddle), you had to use the Nuclear Bog (toilet). You were issued with a key that looked like it could have opened the Black Gate to Mordor, and away you went.
Inside this 'nuclear bog' there signs, and pipes, and strange valves. I half expected to lift the lid and see a Chernobyl engineer hastily closing some critical valve.
One of the signs said that if your aim was off a bit, and something went on the deck, you had to declare a national emergency, and call out the clean up squad.
I thought, 'miss the bowl ? Jeezuz, I'm usually lucky if I hit it....'
Well I didn't turn into a mutant, at least no more than normal.
I'm relieved to read that you Continue to Crush reCurrenCe of cancer. (I didn't see your earlier post or I would have added to it.)
Sending good thoughts your way...
Quin -
A belated congrats and best wishes to you!!
Enjoy your blessings....it sounds as if you already are.
a star
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