The Mister claims I am holding back good news from everyone. Well, here you are:
Yesterday afternoon, my doc called to confirm what The Mister had already predicted: According to the biopsy from Tuesday, I am in remission. My blood work also said as much; my counts have been climbing pretty rapidly. From Tuesday to Friday my hemoglobin went from 8.2 to 9.1 and my white counts went from 2-something to 3.2. The doc said he even double-checked the dates because he couldn't believe everything had come up so fast.
So yeah! Do a happy dance! Zombie Warrior's flamethrower action seemed to do the trick. Whoosh!
But don't break out the Bollinger just yet. I ain't cured. The leukemia's just been driven into hiding for a while. There's still more chemo for me on the horizon, standard treatment for any flavor of leukemia. Plus, let's not forget I have the rabid, fast-moving Danny Boyle-esque zombie leukemia cells. Odds are that there's a Typhoid Mary lurking about to kick start a disappointing, sloppy sequel. Bone marrow transplantation is still very much on the table.
Speaking of which, I was supposed to have a big meeting Thursday with the BMT team until the scheduling nurse screwed the pooch and neglected to actually put me on the calendar. She called Wednesday night to let me know this, and now I have to reschedule, hopefully sometime soon. Thppt.
For now, I am enjoying the fact that I feel better than I have in a quite a while and no longer need to be hyper-vigilant about germs. Plus, no more clinic visit until July 7th! A whole week off from Cancerville! Yeah! I'm not going to know what to do with all this time on my hands.
Maybe spend some quality time romping with my boy? Yeah, that sounds awesome.
And one more thing, a big fuzzy thanks to everyone who keeps sending me care packages and goodies and positive e-mails. I swear one of these days thosee e-mails will get answered and thank you cards sent out. Until then, please know that you guys are all awesome and I love you big honey bunches of oats.