I got a blood test locally yesterday because Dr. Alyea wanted to see in between appointments how my liver is doing with the reduced dose of 4 mgs. of prednisone a day.
I held out my arms to the phlebotomist. "You poor thing," she said. "You've been stuck a lot."
Ha. That is the understatement of the year.
I said it was from leukemia.
"Are you still getting treatment?" she asked.
I get this question often. I like it because it's so easy to answer: No!
Then I told her I am just about 4 1/2 years out. (Note: I still can't figure out how to make real fractions on Microsoft word. All the answers in a google search are too complicated for me. Anyone who has an easy answer, please leave it in a comment.)
And then I told her five years is the magic number. Sometimes I say "six months to go" with confidence. Sometimes, like yesterday, I need to say something like "if I make it," as though to ward off evil spirits like knocking wood. (Jews don't knock on wood because we don't believe in evil spirits, but I can't help myself.)
Anyway...The phlebotomist said, "You'll make it."
7 hours ago