Blood test results
My liver, for purposes of medicating the rest of me, is fine. I start injecting myself tomorrow.
I wanted this; I wanted to be able to tolerate the full treatment. But I’m strangely sad right now. I think I’d be happier if I were done.
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Oh, Kirstin. There's an old Cajun saying: "Be careful what you pray for, because sometimes it don't smell too good when you hol' it in your han'."
Of course, I'm pleased that you can continue with the treatments, but I'm sorry that you'll feel sick. Will you feel less sick with the injections? I pray that's the case, love.
We redid our prayer list for the church today, and I put your name on the list again. It ain't over 'til it's over.
Love and prayers.
Of course you wanted it. You want to nuke the errant cells.
Of course you are sad. Your mama probably taught you not to put poison in your body.
It's a real mixed bag.... but you are doing all the right things. Hang in there.
You continue in my prayers. Many blessings --
Amazingly good news and understandably annoying. How odd the world is.
Prayers, my dear.
We learned with Naomi that often we wished for really weird things once she had gone down the rabbit hole of canser; and sometimes we were surprised by what we found ourselves thinking because under other circumstances we would not have considered them an option.
I say your name out loud every Sunday morning in church and light a candle for you and of course quietly in my daily prayers.
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