Sunday, August 9, 2009
I feel good, I knew that I would, now.
I have no symptoms at all now. I am back to my morning walks. I hope this means that I am all ready for Wednesday's treatment. I am anxious to get this all done and behind me. This is pretty funny, actually. Here I am begging and praying that I will be allowed to endure six hours of needles and noxious fluids! Please, sir, may I have another?
This cartoon hung on the refrigerator at my father's home for many years. Little did I know what it would eventually mean to me. No matter how many punches this thing throws at me, I must punch back...harder!
We are anxiously awaiting Wednesday's visit to Dr. Hema and, hopefully, next rituxan treatment.