OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING, OH WHAT . . .

OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL MORNING, OH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY, I'VE GOT A BEAUTIFUL FEELING, EVERY THINGS GOING MY WAY. . . . . . everybody now, join me in a round of Oh, What a Beautiful Morning, a lovely song from the movie "Oklahoma".

What, you don't know the song, am I really that old? Come on Nan, I know you could sing it from beginning to end, I can always depend on my Nan to belt out a song from an old movie or Broadway play. Nan, you're my ace in the hole!

By now you must all think that I've finally lost my last grasp on sanity, but NO!, I just actually feel REALLY GOOD today and this song has been running through my head non stop since waking up this morning. Yesterdays song was "Sing a Song of Six Pence" but I couldn't remember the words to the first line and neither could dad or Heather. Dad finally looked it up on the Internet so that it wouldn't drive me crazy anymore and I could move on with my day. Dad knows how fragile my state of mind is, he does everything he can to keep me away from falling over the edge. Remember, a mind is a terrible thing to waste.

Yes, you are correct, I am rambling on and on, but hey it's better than grumbling right? I hope you all have a Beautiful Day!

Just an update........

Just an update to let the family know that I'm back in action (again). Friday through Sunday I was visited with some lovely virus that kept me in bed. Yesterday my blood test showed that my red cell count had taken a significant dip, so off to the hospital I went for two more bags of blood. It is amazing what a difference a little fresh blood can do. I'm truly becoming more and more sympathetic to the needs of a vampire. Needing blood and not having it is a very scary thing.

Speaking of blood, has anyone else donated at the red cross? I checked with the hospital yesterday to see if a person can just go to a hospital to donate, but they said no, it must go through the red cross. They make sure it is safe before allowing it to be used on a patient. Thank you Red Cross!

Doctor's gloves or Chicken Feet? Only Gracie knows for sure.

I brought a pair of doctor's gloves home from the hospital for Gracie to add to her new doctor kit. She decided that they worked best on her feet since her hands are still so small.

She cracked me up because she said they were now her Chicken Feet, then she proceeded to walk all over the house clucking like a chicken.

This just made me laugh, so I thought I would share.

Still Doing Great

Today's blood test shows that I'm holding steady.

I want to THANK April Sue for taking the time and getting up the courage to go and donate blood. This is not an easy thing to do, and I know it takes time out of your day, so I want you to know that I appreciate the fact that you made it happen.

Donate - Donate - Donate - Donate - Donate - Donate - Donate - Donate

Free At Last - Free At Last

The results of this mornings blood test was music to my ears! My white count is 5.7 (right at normal), my red count was 33 (a little low but still very acceptable), and my platelets were at 18 (not too shabby!)

Now I just have to remember how to do my job. I've been sitting here at my computer for an hour and have reviewed current email since midnight (just could not sleep), checked every news site for the latest on the presidential election and other local and world issues, read every one's blog for any breaking family news, and checked the status of my bank account ("dismal" would be the most appropriate word here, but not overdrawn, thank Heavens). Dad brought me home from the doctors this morning and said, "Boy, now you can get back to work!" NOT! You can't rush things like this. As "What About Bob" would say - "Baby Steps, Baby Steps!"

Albert, don't go into coronary arrest, I'm just kidding. I'm working, I'm working, don't get your panties in a wad.

Blood - Platelets - Prednisone

To date I've received 12 bags of blood, 4 bags of platelets, and a hefty prescription for Prednisone (daily oral steroids) (we tried to get the doctor to give me Prednisone back in August when we went to Torrey, but no....... I guess now that it's her idea, it's a good thing.) Anyway, I've stopped the chemo for now and look forward to getting my blood back in balance and back to living my life again. Dad will be having his knee replaced (can't remember if it's right or left). The date for his surgery is November 10th. I need to be back to work at full steam by then, so that is the goal for now.

If anyone has the opportunity to donate blood, please do so. I feel like I've used my share of the Red Cross supply and would appreciate any help to replenish their reserve.