Lymph Journal # 25

2/3/2012

What a beautiful thing is feeling relatively normal.  I woke up this morning to a good sign – craving another fried egg sandwich and boy, Mr. Indulgent that I am, I got right on that and savaged a double egger on Basler Brot (a local bakery fave).  The ketchup involved was especially tasty.  The other night I couldn’t face macaroni with Bolognese sauce but ketchup today – I’m all over it.  Lest I stop with breakfast, we “drove through” a McDonalds for lunch (post doc office visit and blood test) with an order for drei (3) cheeseburgers nür (only) ketchup and a small pommes (fries) and Fanta.  (It’s always a party when ordering a “special order” through the hi-fidelity sound mechanism of a McDs remote kiosk in a language that you’ve in which you’ve yet to feel mastery). Of that, Diane had one burger and a few fries – you do the math on the rest.  After a mid-afternoon ice cream bar (me) we ordered out for Chinese for which I’ve had a growing craving.  A drive through the beautiful countryside in the shadow of our freshly snow frosted local mountain and a good blood test report from the docs - all in all, normal is a great way to be – don’t ever knock it. 

On the clinical side, what makes the blood test sound good is that my white count has risen some – it’s still depressed but stronger than last week, the platelets are good and the reds are, rather than petering out to the level of me feeling like a fish gasping for water (picture it), are holding relatively steady.  This tells the doc and us of the “efficacy” (his words) of the treatment.  Efficacy – good word, normal – good feeling.  I know things can crumble overnight but today is what we’ve got and normal is wunderbar.