Today I was waiting for the elevator takes me up to 21 Fancy floor of the hospital. And you are-in-big-problems on the ground floor, where a wheelchair and wigs to wait for oncology and hematology. I had a three-year program, meeting with my hematologist to check my polycythemia vera. I noticed the look too. Her hair was about an inch long, if it is. He said hello to me asked my name. Then he asked me my name. Then she said she had chemo brain, and could not remember how we met. I told her I had chemo brain too, and I explained. He had just had a cataract removed yesterday and was going to another level in his eye doctor. Both eyes already seemed well. She said the breast cancer metastasized to the liver and that he gets chemo. He said he was 11 years, that is to say that they are metastases. And he is still in progress. He's a little 'foggy, yes, but it looks pretty good, and 80-something-year-old metastatic.
On my floor there was a stewardess went around picking up abandoned newspapers and magazines and ask people if they wanted coffee, tea or water. She had a badge, but I could not read so I do not know if it is voluntary or whether it was his job to appease the people while they waited for the doctors who are allowed to overbook. Everyone was pretty quiet, although there were a lot of us, there are perhaps two dozen or more sitting around.
My blood counts were fairly stable, so the hematologist did not care too much. At one point there was talk of interferon, which definitely do not want to take. She reminded me that this is when the itching was not under control. But I am very happy he is. It is always the same story, right? A farmer wearing boots that hurt her feet and her friend asked why he takes and then the answer is that it feels so good when removed. I bother even talking about the horrible itching or burning and I was so grateful and relieved that I did because most of the phototherapy. Now I go twice a week.
When I was a kid, I could not imagine the age of 30 or so, and I really never imagined that one day I was 55 and standing on a towel to keep your feet picking up the crumbs psoriasis skin, naked and in tank, and violet light and warmth that surrounds me five minutes, and oh yes, I'm wearing a pillow case in my empty head, so that the rays do not make my face red and freckled. No, even though I was painting freckles on her face and eyeliner brush I do not really believe it. O brave new world.
On my floor there was a stewardess went around picking up abandoned newspapers and magazines and ask people if they wanted coffee, tea or water. She had a badge, but I could not read so I do not know if it is voluntary or whether it was his job to appease the people while they waited for the doctors who are allowed to overbook. Everyone was pretty quiet, although there were a lot of us, there are perhaps two dozen or more sitting around.
My blood counts were fairly stable, so the hematologist did not care too much. At one point there was talk of interferon, which definitely do not want to take. She reminded me that this is when the itching was not under control. But I am very happy he is. It is always the same story, right? A farmer wearing boots that hurt her feet and her friend asked why he takes and then the answer is that it feels so good when removed. I bother even talking about the horrible itching or burning and I was so grateful and relieved that I did because most of the phototherapy. Now I go twice a week.
When I was a kid, I could not imagine the age of 30 or so, and I really never imagined that one day I was 55 and standing on a towel to keep your feet picking up the crumbs psoriasis skin, naked and in tank, and violet light and warmth that surrounds me five minutes, and oh yes, I'm wearing a pillow case in my empty head, so that the rays do not make my face red and freckled. No, even though I was painting freckles on her face and eyeliner brush I do not really believe it. O brave new world.
