Today was marked by lots of wonderful visitors and relatively symptom free-ness. And I found out I got nominated for an award: The granite state beacon award. I don't know anything about it, but it's kind of cool to get nominated for something that sounds so nice. The letter said it was for being a good civic deed doer and a positive role model.
Terry and Emily came to visit me today and then a little later Diane came to visit. I sent Terry and Emily home with treats and Diane home with a sewing project. One of my nurses told us how to modify a teeshirt so that it would work with a PICC, but Diane has plans to modify the modification so that it is even spiffier. I can't wait b/c I only have one modified sweatshirt and while pre-leukemia, I would have no qualms about wearing it intermittently for a week (TMI?), post-leukemia, I do.
I also got a stuffed animal today in the mail and two books. Thank you, Dan and Matthew.
I felt great today until about 1600 when nausea popped up and reminded me of its existence. So, I did what all people who favor denial as a coping mechanism would do, I took a nap. I woke and felt a little better and ate a little dinner and then got zofran and feel absolutely perfect now. The first two days the zofran gave me a headache, but evidently I have gotten over it. (for my medical friends, they gave me 16 mg's of it--whoa, huh?)
I actually requested a second try at dinner and what sounds good is bizarrely ramen noodles. I don't make it up; I just report it.
I'm done with the donna red stuff and just on one kind of chemo now that goes 24/7 for three more days, then it's time to wait and make sure my body is responding appropriately. Die, leukemia, die.
It's time for vitals again. See you tomorrow.