Yesterday, we went to Dr. Freeman, whose office is at Dove Lewis, for my third chemo session. When I left, Jim (the great guy who sits at the desk and gives me treats) gave my mom a piece of paper that said “…His lymph nodes are back to normal size and he appears to be in remission for lymphoma! Yah!...” There were BIG sighs of relief all around. My mom doesn't believe ANYTHING unless she sees it for herself. She says "Glass Half Empty" is her Native American name. So, here it is in writing...well, typing. I have to admit, I was starting to worry but I think I've gotten over those manic moments for now.Of course, I thought that meant no more ground beef or scrambled eggs. Au contraire. My remission STARTED yesterday. It lasts, on average, 6 to 18 months. So, for the next 5 months, I WILL be going back to see Jim, the treat guy, and Dr. Freeman and the rest of the people at Dove Lewis. The medicine is really not that bad and whatever ill-effects I may feel are completely overshadowed by the exceptional additions to my diet. Spinach a few nights ago…yogurt…these delicious dog smoothies… I heard my mom talking to someone about chicken necks and backs in a pressure cooker. Not too appetizing by the sound of it but one never knows. Before long, I'll be back to my usual self. Charming folks with my scintillating personality, witty repartee, and amazing balancing skills (see above). As a matter of fact, I was SO feisty yesterday, they've given me a prescription sedative for my next trip. I'm sure you'd need one, too, if someone tried to dry shave YOUR leg and stick a needle in it.
When I was getting my chemo (this week it's Vincristine IV again), my mom went to Kornblatts and had a bagel with her friend Kathy. Kathy's dog, Sam, had lymphoma, too. Sam was very young and lived for a little while longer but even with the chemo, he never went into remission. Poor guy. Kathy sounded like a great dog mom, though. She cooked extra special meals and got mushroom pills for Sam from someone she called a hole-istic vet. She gave the left over pills to my mom so now I'm getting them in my ground beef. I'll make sure to take them every day and think of Sam when I do.
There are SO many dogs that come in to Dove Lewis for cancer treatments when I'm there. I feel lucky that my parents can afford this stuff because I remember what Dr. Freeman said the first day..."a few months to live." Maybe people think we don't understand what they say thanks to that Larson cartoon but we can tell just by the tone. You could say "I'm going to feed you prime rib tonight" but if you say it like you're mad or you make one of those wrinkly faces when you say it, we think you're saying something bad. Or that we did something bad. Or that you're mad. But we also know when you're upset. We can just tell that by the way you smell. It's a dog/nose thing.