There were noticeably fewer cars in the hospital parking lot this morning; fewer people in the waiting room preparing for treatment. *wonders what it might have to do with its being Friday the Thirteenth today. *shrugs*
My overall white cell count was low and one component was low enough that it prohibited my getting an infusion this morning, so we turned around and came home much earlier than expected.
Our next appointment is two weeks from today, July 27, at which time we'll re-examine the protocol and probably add a Nulasta type hormone to help increase white cell production. We will also have another CT Scan to see if the growth of the tumor has been affected by the current therapies.
I'm over-reacting to mosquito/spider/insect bites (intense itching for a much longer period of time), so I'll not be going out so early in the morning, nor staying out so late in the evening any more. That should still give me some time to get some work done *crosses fingers*
We think I've lost about 20% of my hair. If it keeps up at this rate, I'll be removing it soon...that, or I'll have a comb-over that will put Donald Trump to shame. *heh*
Other than that, there shouldn't be any health updates for a couple weeks. *crosses fingers*
We're looking forward to cousins from Michigan visiting next week, Mon - Thur. *yeah*
So...what shall we do here on the blog for the next couple weeks?
...humor is a healer; have you heard any good jokes recently???
Do feel free to post what's happening in your part of the world!
In the meantime, make nice!
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Some good ones to tell around the campfire this summer.
Brenda O'Malley is home making dinner, as usual, When Tim Finnegan arrives at her door.
"Brenda, may I come in?" he asks.
"I've somethin' to tell ya".
"Of course you can come in, you're always welcome, Tim.
But where's my husband?"
" That's what I'm here to be telling ya, Brenda."
There was an accident down at the Guinness brewery..."
"Oh, God no!" cries Brenda. "Please don't tell me."
"I must, Brenda. Your husband Shamus, Is dead and gone. I'm sorry.
Finally, she looked up at Tim.
"How did it happen, Tim?"
"It was terrible, Brenda. He fell into a vat Of Guinness Stout and
drowned."
" Oh my dear Jesus! But you must tell me truth, Tim.
Did he at least go quickly?"
"Well, Brenda... No. In fact,
He got out three times to pee."
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Mary Clancy goes up to Father O'Grady after His Sunday morning service and she's in tears.
He says, "So what's bothering you, Mary my dear?"
She says, "Oh, Father, I've got terrible news.
My husband passed away last night."
The priest says, "Oh, Mary, that's terrible.
Tell me, Mary, did he have any last requests?"
She says, "That he did, Father."
The priest says, "What did he ask, Mary? "
She says, He said,
'Please Mary, put down that damn gun...'
Love and hugs... MT
*LOL* ...and you know I can hear variations on the appropriate accents! *grins*
Thanks, MT! *hugs* to HT, KT, and the two ET's!
I have a knock-knock joke:
(you start)
who there?
Opps...
Knock, Knock...
*hehehehehehehe*
Who's there??
*hugs*
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