Archive for January 2017
White cells are gonna clear up
Put on a happy face
Brush off the clouds and cheer up
Put on a happy face
Take of the gloomy mask of neutropenia
It’s not your style
You’ll look so good that you’ll be glad
You decided to smile
Pick out a pleasant outlook
Stick out that noble chin
Wipe off that full-of-doubt look
Slap on a happy grin
And spread sunshine all over the place
And put on a happy face
All that bashing of Phil last week paid off and my white cells are returning. I know Phils will go away in a few weeks. But for today, I can get out of the house!
Thanks Tony Bennett for this song. What else you got for next time, Tony? I certainly hope I don’t run out of songs.
Yes, heartless Phil has abandoned me once again. This time he dipped to 560 neutrophils.
I’m busy canceling things I was going to do this week … $5 Tuesday movie (really want to see Hidden Figures) … a luncheon to honor my dear friend, Maureen Freedland with the Iverson-Frekking Ecumenical Award … Thursday night synagogue-sponsored movie and discussion at a friend’s house… and the Women’s Sister March in Deborah, Iowa. It was close enough and small enough that I thought I could do it, but Phil says no.
Alas … I’m still in good spirits, despite Phil’s casting a rude pall on my immune system. I still prefer this side of the sod, which means taking powerful drugs and hoping for the best.
Today was going to be White Cell Appreciation Day, but it was cancelled because so few showed up.
I am not Einstein, but I do think myself clever for referring to my treatment to build my bones “LIquid Wonder Bread.”
You know, Build Strong Bodies 12 Ways — I’m sure that slogan for Wonder bread includes the bones, right?
Nobody gets the joke. That doesn’t keep me from saying it though.
Funny or not, I have IV Zometa every four weeks, including today. It followed bloodwork that shows Phil, as in neutraphils, holding steady despite being my being back on the anti-cancer drug, which is not friendly towards Phil(s).
I feel control when I can find ways to poke fun at cancer, which I’ve long said is too serious not to laugh.
Things are cool here. Thanks to everyone for your continued support.