Counting..1..2..3..

Had to go to the chemo place today for another cbc (white blood count test). My sister took me today so that Ken could have a break and also so she could see where I go. The cancer had been hard for her to take. She's been hurting so I figured if we had some time together and if she went with me, she might then feel better.

We got there and had to wait and once again, these people just glare at me. I guess I don't look dead enough for them. I will not look dead, I will smile and laugh and I will not let this shit win. I can't help it if those people have given up, doesn't mean I have to. Today is not a good day to die and for that matter, neither is 20 years from now..hahahahaha.

The nurse called me and I told Loni to wait right there. You can guess what happened next..needle..yup but this time they just pricked my finger. This I liked! She did the test and told me it was perfect (last time I was low). You want a high blood count so you don't get infections and viruses. I can't be around anyone who is sick or get chemo if my count is low. I was really happy and did the in-your-face dance to the nurse and we started laughing. Loni told me she could hear me laughing out in the waiting room which I am sure made them dislike me even more. Like I said before..I am not dieing today..hahahaha

So, I have this week and then next week is round number two and I'm not looking forward to being down again. Seems just like when you start feeling so what ok, they hit you with it again. Oh well, after that one I'll only have 4 to go..