Update from a small room in a big building

Well, I learned something today that was, well, daunting. If you are of a delicate nature, you may not want to read the next line or two. My bone marrow biopsy showed 90% cancer cells.

90%?! And I thought I had the flu?!!

Yes, we should all be grateful I am a comic and communicator, not a member of the medical profession.

But, the dear doctors are all convinced there are ways of turning this terrible trend around, and giving my bone marrow the room it needs to make all the very important things my carcass needs to keep on keepin' on. They can't cure this, however, but these medicines can send the bad guys scampering off to an undisclosed location (I do find it easy to imagine they're sharing space with Dick Cheney, I do).

So, with this news, I found myself asking a particularly wonderful doctor what this all means. I said I realize one can't say anything for certain, but I'm guessing I'm in a place where it wouldn't be wise to plan on blowing my retirement accounts in the next two years.

He smiled and agreed, bless him, but also said something to the effect that I shouldn't deny myself, either.

Sounds like marching orders to me: Have fun, Padlocked!! (Spelling courtesy of Microsoft.)

So, that's the plan. I am supposedly heading home tomorrow after my second chemo (please don't ask when; things happen on their own schedule here, and I'll only believe I'm leaving when I feel the cool Boston air on my neck as I step out of the building).

So, here's hoping my next missive comes from my dear home, with my dear Bombshell snoring contentedly at my feet. Thank you so much for the marvelous messages and support--hope to be having fun with you very, very soon.

Love from the Land o' Open Johnnies, Ann