First, the good news – the bone marrow came back clear. No sign of cancer.
So that means:
- No sign in bone marrow
- No sign in spinal fluid
- No sign in the chest CT
- No sign from the full-body MRI
- Still waiting on the genetic typing on the biopsy
Now, the bad news – my blood sample was a little too low on the red blood cells. Not enough to cancel the start of chemo, but enough to classify me as slightly anemic. That means putting more iron in my diet. Beef. Broccoli. Yes!
Fun fact: Broccoli has just as much iron as spinach. Spinach got a big boost around World War II, when it was deemed to have ten times the iron as other green vegetables. This is why Popeye always ate his spinach. Turns out that was the product of a decimal error that was not corrected for several decades. Say Amen!
That’s not to say that broccoli isn’t involved in its own issues of truthiness.
When I went in to order my dinner, I asked about the picture menu, where there appears to be approximately 200% more broccoli in the Sesame Chicken than in the Chicken with Broccoli.
“It’s not like that. It’s just a garnish.”
Why I’m not vomiting
I am on a lot of anti-nausea medications, and in one instance, it was on me.
This is a portable, disposable, self-contained pump. On a timer.
It is supposed to deliver its payload about a day after I leave the clinic. There are many patients who drive in from out of state, and getting this second boost is critical, and can be a pain in the butt when travel is involved.
The device is glued on, and activated by the staff. It clicks eight times, jabs you with a tiny needle, inserts a tiny tube, then retracts the needle. Then it sits there, and bides its time. It’s very similar to the automated insulin pumps that you’ve seen diabetics wear, that look like a beeper. Except this one is portable and disposable.
After 26 hours, it beeps and blinks and starts oozing out its payload over 45 minutes. And then it is done. You peel it off, and go on about your business.
Yes, I am on top of my meds. Yes, I have gotten a lot of sleep and have tried my best to stay hydrated. I have some food, and I crave some chocolate. But hey, there is very little to complain about.
There is the bruising. No getting around that. I am getting a lot better about the needles, I suppose. Some have asked if I will get a port. My doctor only resorts to that when he runs out of veins to exploit.
There is still the uncertainty around McMurray, and when my surgeon can exile him from me. But that date will start to crystallize on the calendar soon.
And then there is the absurdity of being told by a medical doctor that I need to increase my iron intake…
…and they wouldn’t let me use my flexible spending card.
Thanks again for all the thoughts and prayers and comments. I’m learning a lot, and I hope you are too.
We’re kicking McMurray’s ass together.