My scans this morning came back clear of cancer in my bones. And my blood counts are all within normal range. As I said to Mary Frances, "I am almost perfect!" My next appointment with my Oncologist will be in November when we return to Mississippi. When we are in Texas and Nova Scotia, I will visit no Oncologist nor will I have blood checked. It is an amazing recovery. Five months ago my white cells were 2.1. Eight months ago they were 1.3. Now they are 7.8. My body has been working overtime. Modern medicine along with good food, clean air, encouraging friends, many prayers and healing hugs carried the day.
I lost a lot of weight during the first chemotherapy. Bones stuck out everywhere. I was thin but looked sick. Then over this winter I began to gain weight. The last time I was at the Oncologist, Ken asked me to ask her when I should stop gaining weight. I suspect he liked me at that medium weight. She said not yet so I kept eating. Today I asked her whether or not I should lose weight as I now fit my clothes. "Definitely not," was the stern response. "Your weight has been stable for three months. You keep eating". And that was the best news of all.
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