GREAT HEALTH UPDATE #15 (or 16)

 Cautionary warning—as this post is not behaving in an orderly fashion
I’ll take it to task once my mind decides to engage with its untidiness...

STOP THE PRESSES! 

GREAT news!

Results of this week’s PET scan offer

Our hearts sound reason

To rejoice, and here’s why that’s true:

After many months of

Chemo protocols, which had caused

Me to experience much too much 

Physically destructive misery

Our relief, today is huge for this reason—

The protocol, which I’ve been on, over

These past several weeks (which

Proves effective in only

25% of patients whose

Tumors prove to be as rare as

The sarcoma that invaded

My lung, uninvited), has been

Attacking my tumor with

A vengeance while acting as

One of my very best friends in that

Other than arm wrestling with

My circulatory system’s natural ability to 

Produce well balanced blood cells

This present protocol has been

Wrestling the tumor, itself, to

The mat without messing with

My heart’s capacity to pump and

As all additional miseries, inclusive of

Pneumonia and other infections, which

Had overwhelmed my crashed

Immune system as experienced with 

Earlier protocols (let’s call them

Thing One and Thing Two), have

Also been held at bay, so

Tis easy to see why this monkey is 

Jumping up and down on my bed (in

My head) Cheering—Hip Hip Hooray!

In fact, this third protocol (the first being back in

November) is proving much MORE

Effective than the first two, which

Hindsight suggests

Played havoc with

My innocent organs rather than

Bringing the tumor to its knees

And this change for the better offers my voice sound reason to let loose with A heartfelt— WOO HOO!

Whereas earlier PET scans showed

The shrinkage of the tumor to be minuscule

And the activity level to have reduced from

2.5 to 2.3, we are over joyed to relate that

My current PET scan shows

Tumor shrinkage from 7cm to 6cm and

Activity level from 2.3 to 1.0 in just

Four weeks time!!!!! 

A mere four weeks ago, I was hospitalized, unable

To walk on my own, the bedpan my

Constant companion. My ruby sequined

Slippers weeping in loneliness under my bed

And now—SHAZAM!

And having offered you news, which was

Unexpected despite the positively focused

Attitude (which has been habitual ever

Since my sense of 

creativity was challenged by

Three active boys, whose imaginative

Thought processors awoke with energy to

Spare, most especially when three heads

Planning how best to get away with

Highjinx, offered my spirit reason to

Breathe high octane buoyancy into

My think tank, each morning, before

I’d even brushed my teeth!)

So, anyway, having entertained

Myself while pouring my heart into

Today’s health update, which has surpassed

Our most fervent hopes, hopefully, you took

My true Passover Story, which had

Momentarily rattled the sense of

Serenity with which my hold onto

Self control has been calmly

Maintaining my sanity throughout these past

Six months, to heart, being that my need to remain

Semi quarantined has been

My new normal for quite some time

As for now, every pair of socks folded neatly in two drawers are all atremble, awaiting the hand that’s determined to sort through which to keep and which, having been gently worn but not for awhile, to donate (along with other boxed items in the garage) to the women who have courageously sought safe haven from battering at The Sojourner Center.

And as, right before dashing this post, bursting with great news to all of you, I was at Mayo, where a shot to stimulate bone marrow production of well balanced blood cells was administered to replace those cells, which go haywire, as is true each time my circulatory system continues to be battered by my friendlier-by-far current protocol of chemo.  Luckily, though my platelets and hemoglobin were borderline, chemo, which came close to being cancelled, was infused to do battle with the tumor, this week.  Whew!

As to the shot, which stimulates new blood cell production—Medicare only pays for it after a chemo treatment, because the drug company charges the hospital $15, 000.00 a pop.  And as my darling friend, Andi, had self administered this same drug into her system after chemo treatments, more than 25 years ago, you’d think the price tag would have dropped!  Much of what’s broken in our nation has been sinking in quicksand so long that each of us has come to feel overwhelming need to beg for a rope before we utter our last glug-glug-glug, and now, ‘‘tis time to

Put a plug in my think tank and enjoy a chocolate pixie, sent from Fannie Mae Candies a dear lifelong friend —yum!

BTW, the hospital pays Medicare $4,000 for each shot, which, thank goodness, does its part in being a life saver, since well balanced blood cells are vital to life, itself! 

Please—Stay well.

Please—Stay home.

As always, Will, who is overjoyed with this news

JoIns me in sending each of you

So much love, wrapped in warm, real hugs!

🙋🏻‍♀️🥰🌈🌻Annie

PS
I offer the chemo staff reason to laugh whenever I’m infused.  And each time a nurse laughs, I do, too!  Last Thursday’s surprise coming right up ... 😍

Shoes and socks on wheelchair💃🏻

Texted this pic to a dear friend—her response—They’ll think you’re color blind or mind colored!

My reply—
As long as serious stuff surprisingly transforms naturally into mutual laughter, I’m good with whatever anyone thinks.😄. In addition to Laughter being the best medicine, it’s Magical!  A wise woman once told me—joy is an inside job—reflecting over her wisdom keeps my intuitive spirit buoyed during life’s most trying times.🙋🏻‍♀️😘