Gratitude is pouring out of my soul for all the well wishes you've been posting here and on The Mister's blog. You will never know how much the support you send us through the circuitry uplifts and envelopes us with the love of strangers with generous hearts.
I'm a wee bit sore from the installation of my Hickman line, but the percoset is taking some of the edge off. Even though I'm sore and slightly immobile right now, I appreciate the fact that I am no longer a marionette. The Hickman line is inserted beneath the skin right under my neck, and will allow not only the infusion of chemo, but also the withdraw of blood when they need it. No more sticks and pokes!
This morning I had bone marrow biopsy Round Two, infinitely more pleasant than Round One. Dr. Williams rocked my world by not only doping me with some happy juice, but he numbed me down to the bone. I hardly felt a thing. Now, on the other hand, my hip's feeling pretty rotten and sore. But at least I didn't have to go through that previous nightmare where I felt like someone reached in a yanked on my pelvis bone.
Well, I've gabbed long enough. I'm starting to get carried away to Sleepy Town. If any of y'all out there are cancer survivors or have experience with this hellish road I'll be traveling and have any advice you'd like to generously pass along, please e-mail me. Also, feel free to e-mail me for my room number if you want to send me silly or mushy cards. No flowers, though. Sniff, sniff.
Love you guys. Seriously. We are family.