Keeping in touch — through the blog. Whether or not this gets read is secondary to me. I am beginning to realize that my worst days happen when I am too much in my own head. I worry about no-things. I fear I will never be able to eat again (tube feedings are still a main source of nutrition).
However, I just ate a little container of yogurt, and kept it down. That size of item is my food limit right now, and with me being a picky eater anyway, I fear it doesn’t bode well. But that’s just me, whining.
Doctor day was yesterday, and I have an excellent report. The secondary pathologist’s report (the report they do on the stuff the surgeon actually removes from you) came back clean as the proverbial whistle. 18 lymph nodes — all clean of signs of cancer. I didn’t actually know I had eighteen lymph nodes in my entire body, so that was a bit of a surprise. I wonder if they grow back — don’t I need those things?
You know, I feel a lot better now than when I began typing this. I think I will do it some more.
white pebble 