NOPE YOU DOPE

As we drag out this party, I was unceremoniously denied chemo AGAIN because my lazy blood refuses to kick out enough white blood cells (this week’s score: 2.15, need a 3 to play).

Home Dr. Chamberlain sent me with my sore feet, my old-lady hobble, my dry skin, my abrupt menopause (from chemo – can’t wait to write you about THAT new symptom, but I have to visit a few medical peeps before I get all expository), my rebalding head, my pursed lips and my knit brow.

But the trip to UW Hospital was not a complete waste. I got this lovely portrait of my face sans skin and cartilage during my MRI.

Come on, give us a kiss!