Dancing On the Roof

You healthy people out there, do you just wake up and think “Wow, I feel FABULOUS!!!” and want to dance on the roof because you feel so great? Like every day? Because every time I have a healthy day, that’s exactly how I feel.

LIKE DANCING ON THE ROOF!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOO HOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Except that my upstairs neighbors would probably complain.

And if the roof of our rental is anywhere near the condition that the basement is in, it would probably be really dangerous.

Plus, Barrett would undoubtedly catch me trying to sneak up there and give me that “Why do you always insist on doing dangerous things that will require me to take you to the emergency room?” look that I get now and then, and, while I know it is meant with love, sometimes I get it just for getting my contact lost somewhere it’s not supposed to be like below my eyeball so his danger ranking is way more sensitive than mine.

But, then again, I’ve never had to take him to the emergency room and he’s taken me there at least four times just this year.

So no dancing on the roof, today anyway, but I feel great! There has to be a less dangerous outlet for this great feeling of healthiness that is flooding through me.

For one thing, I am almost pretty much entirely over the Full Moon Fever (otherwise known as a virus — my blood work came back all on the up-and-up, so we could rule out anything exotic). The Fever was sort of awful but I kept thinking, you know, this really isn’t as bad as chemo. It’s just nature. My body is more than up for the task of fighting off a little bit of nature. Then I remembered those stories my friend Mitch told me about people getting chomped by grizzly bears in Glacier National Park and I realized that I would so be singing a different tune if I was getting chomped by nature in the form of a grizzly bear. Or battered by Orcas like that family up in the Strait of Juan de Fuca or Puget Sound or somewhere thereabouts.

That would totally suck. So I’m really happy that the nature that was chomping me was a virus and not that tough of one either since I seem to have conquered it.

BUT, and this is sort of the best part, I WAS TOO SICK TO GET CHEMO ON FRIDAY. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha hah!!!!! I feel just like when you’re a kid and you don’t go to school because you’re too sick BUT THEN YOU GET BETTER THAT SAME DAY and you still got out of school and you get to stay home and watch Christmas movies anyway.

This is the longest I’ve been off chemo since June, I think. It’s usually every two weeks. My body is getting all strong and hearty and hale and I get to feel good for one whole extra week. What am I going to do with myself?

Also, my ct scan from last week came back great again. Still going in the shrinkage direction.

How fabulous is that?

Have a great week!

Love,

Bridget