Engine, engine number 9

Wasn't that a song in our youth or a jump rope chant? Anyway- 3 days out of number 9-3 1/2
to go. Platlet count did go up but not enough for a full dose. Red hands and feet and very drippy nose and eyes.....I look like a drunken sailor as I try to pick out food at Winco with this stuff running down my face. I can't see crap so I am pretty sure I got some funky gravy mix for our T Giving turkey. Very tired this go around. Looking forward to the holidays. And the end of treatment. I must admit that I am afraid of the unknown. When I am done what will the future tests show? How will I navigate any more bad news. You try not to let these things enter you train of thought, but they do. Other than my Mother passing this is the most challenging thing that has ever happened to me. I have nothing in my life to refer to and can only press forward. I
am inspired by people who have struggled for years and young people who spend most fof their day in a hospital. I realize that I have it good. I am free to love my family and take my treatment at home with only slight inconvenience. I am being maudlin again. Sorry. I keep
thinkikng what is the life lesson I am getting from this? I may only find out as time passes
and I can put this journey in perspective. I am grateful for my family, friends, Dr.s (even clog wearing ones...) I here for Thanksgiving and that is all that matter.

Hope everyone has a good one.


Liz