One year ago, Dr. DeLeon was not pleased. I was flying to Nova Scotia, which had risks all by itself and I was planning to spend the whole summer without any Oncologist looking after me. I did not even have a G.P. But he could see that we were going so he made a plan. He gave me a month supply of antibiotics in case I got sick. I was to have blood drawn every two weeks and fax the results to him. I was to find a G.P. who would look after me if I got sick. If I did get sick, I was to take the medicine for a week. If I was still sick, I was to go to the hospital and have the G.P. call him. At that time my white cells were 1.1 so I was at great risk for infection.
This morning I met with Dr. DeLeon, my Texas Oncologist. He says I look 1,000% better than one year ago. "It is astonishing," said the good doctor. He was very pleased. Now I go off with his blessings with no need to check blood counts. I am to call him when we return in October. What a difference a year makes. Ibrance, clean Atlantic air, good friends and good food and multiple healing hugs have made the difference in my life.
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