One of my anxiety producing events is my periodical blood work, to keep up with my health. Layla drew my blood on Thursday and I was wishing results the next day. But the cancer marker takes more than a day to be processed, and I had a weekend to contend with. Seems that all 3 times before my caminos is when my labs are done, and always I wonder if the results will come back and I will not be able to go.
Cancer fucking sucks. Even though it was cut out of me, the chemo was completed and it's been 2 and a half years, I am still reminded every day from news story lines, my friend dying a couple of weeks ago, another friend newly diagnosed....
Several phone calls to my secretary and finally she tells me the results arrived. She faxed them to my home and I stood over that fax machine wishing it would print faster. Honestly, that is how it was for me.
First thing my eyes looked for was the column with the "abnormals". All good. Then I looked for CEA, my marker.... a smile came up and tears did as well...the numbers went down. Way down from my last time.
I tear up as I write this.
