4/15/24

It's Monday.  A poopy one, at that.  Nothing seems to be going right today.  I should just crawl b back in bed and start over.  First of all, my oncologist is retiring.  i won't see her again.  I told her years ago that she wasn't allowed to retire until I died.  She broke the rule.  She set me up with her partner in the same clinic.  Even Susan's old oncologist is retiring.  Obviously, I need younger doctors.  The day went downhill from there.  I'll spare you all the stupid details, so this will be a short post.  They drew 8 vials of blood this morning for my ctDNA test.  It stands for 'circulating tumor'.  It takes 8 days to get those results, so I'll probably hear something while I'm in Idaho next week.  My white count is down to 2.7 and she doesn't know why.  She wants to check my bone marrow, but I convinced her to wait a little while longer.  I'm planning to 'will' the count back up.  I'll let you know how that goes.  Prayers are welcome.  Thank you.  Some other crap is low, too.  It seems like if it's not too low, it's too high.  I can't seem to get everything leveled out.  sigh.  I'm taking extra magnesium every day, and even that's too low.  Geez.  She put me on some more stuff, so my medicine cabinet is gonna look like an addict lives here.  It's jam-packed already.  This is gonna be great.

I can't end this post on such a depressing message, so....

What do you call a very large ant?

A Giant.

What do you call an ant that is very good at everything?

An Excellant.

And, last, but not least...  

What do you call an ant that shouts all the time?

A Rant.

The End.

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