Posted: April 15, 2019 in Postcards from Cancerland.


I spent my weekend in an infusion suite getting pumped full of blood…
It wasn’t enough.
My last round of chemo hurt every part of me.
I’ve gotten no rest.
We were leaving for the clinic on Saturday, backing out of garage when the garage door didn’t go up all the way and we hit.
It sounded crunchy.
Diana was trying to figure out how to fix it, so we could escape our garage.
I wasn’t much help.
I was in the back seat with a nosebleed.
It wasn’t pretty.
We called our amazing neighbor, Cory, who was literally at our house in six seconds and had the door fixed within minutes.
Good neighbors are priceless.
After a long weakend, We went in for my appointment this morning. I really wanted some good news.
They took blood.
We talked, I laid back on an ironing board and my doctor pressed around on my belly.
There are odd shaped things in my stomach, painful things that my Doctor pressed with a concerned look on his usually jovial face.
He is concerned that this is a tougher, more resistant tumor than we thought.
The Doctor wanted to take a CAT scan but, that will have to wait.
We learned that, even after multiple transfusions, my hemoglobin and platelets are still dangerously low.
So, as I write this, I’m lying in an emergency room bed.

Once again I’m wearing a starchy green hospital issued miniskirt.
Another doctor just determined that I have internal bleeding.
So we wait for answers and I try to look as sexy as possible in a green gown.

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