I remember a time when hitting a shot met something so completely different. My mom could tell you how many points I scored against Lisa Leslie in one of my greatest basketball victories ever. In fact Lisa once attended an event we had a lucy, and my mom suggested I go up to her and introduce myself. I thought better of it. Figured I would get the wrong kind of shot that day.
So today I hit the shot again today. My white blood cells jumped right back where they needed to be, and I was able to receive treatment. The first bag of meds was benadryl - the reason being - taxol sometimes causes an allergic reaction, so the bag of benadryl is a little prevention.
It also causes major narcosleepiness. Within about 10 mins I was snug as a bug in my lounge chair. Poor Doug was left to his own devices, which meant he read 2 magazines and 3 journals. As for me, my throat hurt 3 hours later thanks to my full mouth breathing sleep.
So now I have 11 more testaments. If all goes as planned we will finish in October.
Right in time for my mom's 70th birthday.
Looks like I have a pretty good shot.
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