Exquisitely Sensitive

I had the culmination of my EMA/CO regimen today.... I actually got up at like 6:30 to give this guy a bottle:

Cause he was starving like always. Obvs! 

I won*t be able to give him bottles for a few days, which is kind of hard. Especially when you think about nursing.... That has seriously been harder than having cancer. He is not a huge fan of bottles from me. He knows I*m holding back the good stuff.

I spent some time with the dogs, took them out and had some Golden Grahams. Man, I love that cereal. It can*t be good for me but hey, whatevs. Here*s dem doggies, cause they don*t get NEARLY enough love on this blog:

This is Professor Beauregard. We call him Beau.

And Lola. She is a crazy animal. 

So, after that I went back to sleep and when I woke up man, I was in a foul mood. My mom used to call it "waking up on the wrong side of the bed." Did your mom call it that? 

It was not good. But then, I talked to my friend Olivia and she really cheered me up. She is married to a pastor who actually is one of Jim*s BFFs from childhood. He told this horrifying story about dumpster diving at my wedding.... I love those two. I would only forgive Jamie for that. They also have the most perfect little boy, Drake. I just love him. 

I was explaining to Olivia this morning how I visualize the chemo. I see it like this sick nasty red glitter running through my veins, and these really beautiful, but angry, bloodthirsty unicorns that are being released into my bloodstream. They find the tumor and lance the crap out of it with these gruesome, gnarly ass horns. Maybe they have warts on them or something. She said that was probably like the best description ever. I have to think it*s going to work. I bought some glitter later. 

YES.

This girl also told me that she would fill up a VW bus with cupcakes and come steal me away. I think her original post was this romantic thing for Jamie, but I highjacked it. I*m cool like that... 

So, I got there to transform into chemosabi and I was all like this: 

THIS is the best thing I have ever found on the internet. Prepare to see it a lot. My friend Alexis loves it too. 

But Jim said I had to have chemo anyways. He wasn*t going to let me punk out today. So, they did some bloodwork and tested my levels and "chemistry." That*s a nice way of saying, they made sure I wasn*t dying too much to give me more poison. Here*s Jim. This photo made me choke up a bit. I just love him so much. I don*t know what I would do without him. 

Then I got to see Dr. Sehbai, who is pretty much the coolest guy ever. He likes Twitter, and he and I became friends on Facebook today, which pretty much made me feel like a ROCK STAR! I will have to ask him if I can put a photo of him up on here. 

SO they were all, have some chemo:

That*s my girl Ratchet. Her nails were so cool today she said her niece painted them, hot pink and stripes like a trippy zebra. I LOVE manicures! 

But then we got my bloods back, and: MY HCG IS DOWN 28,097. That is 1/11th of what it was (333,000) and it is better than we even could have anticipated. It's SO GOOD. And I know I said I wouldn't post today, but I am just SO THRILLED!

This is what I was like after I heard that:

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I read online that this particular kind of cancer is "exquisitely sensitive" to EMA/CO. But I never imagined I could have reduced it so much. Everyone is SO happy including me.
There were actually strangers in this chemo suite, crying with me. It was SO powerful. 
I met this great lady with breast cancer, and she said she was religious and she had been praying and she would pray for me. I was telling her about St. Perigrine, the patron saint of cancer. She had never heard of her, so I wrote it down for her. When I got home, this was in my mailbox:

I gotta think this had something to do with my great numbers....
I was a little yellow when I came home, so Jim made me drink water. That*s the answer for everything... water, go outside. Drink water. GOLLY. I called the doc (and TEXTED!) and he said its FINNEE.