“Typist has tattooooooooos now!” Thalia sang. Nia rolled her eyes. “Isn’t technology amazing?” Calliope asked. “A form-molded cushion so that Typist’s body is positioned just-so for every treatment. Tiny ink markers under the skin as guides. Slide-in, zip-out. Slide-in, zip-out of a short, white, magic tube. Fascinating!”
Morse Code? Dots only? I’ll have to dash off a search for their meaning. 😬
I have to say the developments of medical care in general and ones you have shared about your treatment in particular amaze me. In a good way.
I went yesterday for my 6-month blood draw that tracks my status with MGUS. This is sort of a precursor to what could become Multiple Myeloma, but I’m not very close to wearing that label. Happy to say.
Why mention that at all? With every visit I see some patients who don’t appear to be doing all that well. Being ghoulish? Trying to make the point that gratitude can originate from all types and magnitudes of experiences. The medical oncologist I see remarked that at my age, and with a typical rate of progression, I’d be well over 100 yo before having an abnormal plasma cell count that indicates MM. Other fish to fry, right? 🤔
We may see a few cool early mornings here, 66 and 64, this week end. Then next week there’s a chance a hurricane might pay a visit.
Tornadoes for me are ominous for their sudden appearances. Hurricanes are more like a nightmare one can’t awaken from. Like the silent movies of old. The fair maiden tied to the railroad tracks, the villain laughing maniacally while the oncoming train rushes ever faster. Pssst! In the nick of time the good guy shows up with an implement to cut the ropes, whacks the villain, and sweeps the maiden to safety. That these were silent movies, with maybe a bad piano player to add drama, made the visuals the best part.
My mother often commented, “They all lived happily ever after. And later died.” So another chance to be grateful for what we have, state that fact, and live in as calm a state of being as we can. The train’s running late. 😉
This makes me wonder what radiology technicians do when a patient already has a body adorned with tattoos. Your tattoos are very special, Gail, a sign not that you HAD cancer, but that you WILL be completely healed. I'm glad you want to keep them. Sorry- I have no cheese or cow jokes to share.
Awe come on... We know Typist has always secretly wanted tattoo’s... We just had no idea what lengths she would be willing to go through to get them... 😂🤣😂
Morse Code? Dots only? I’ll have to dash off a search for their meaning. 😬
I have to say the developments of medical care in general and ones you have shared about your treatment in particular amaze me. In a good way.
I went yesterday for my 6-month blood draw that tracks my status with MGUS. This is sort of a precursor to what could become Multiple Myeloma, but I’m not very close to wearing that label. Happy to say.
Why mention that at all? With every visit I see some patients who don’t appear to be doing all that well. Being ghoulish? Trying to make the point that gratitude can originate from all types and magnitudes of experiences. The medical oncologist I see remarked that at my age, and with a typical rate of progression, I’d be well over 100 yo before having an abnormal plasma cell count that indicates MM. Other fish to fry, right? 🤔
We may see a few cool early mornings here, 66 and 64, this week end. Then next week there’s a chance a hurricane might pay a visit.
Tornadoes for me are ominous for their sudden appearances. Hurricanes are more like a nightmare one can’t awaken from. Like the silent movies of old. The fair maiden tied to the railroad tracks, the villain laughing maniacally while the oncoming train rushes ever faster. Pssst! In the nick of time the good guy shows up with an implement to cut the ropes, whacks the villain, and sweeps the maiden to safety. That these were silent movies, with maybe a bad piano player to add drama, made the visuals the best part.
My mother often commented, “They all lived happily ever after. And later died.” So another chance to be grateful for what we have, state that fact, and live in as calm a state of being as we can. The train’s running late. 😉
Sign: “PASTEURIZE: TOO FAR TO SEE” 😁
Seemed appropriate for a Wisconsin hostess. Or would Typist prefer something a little more cheesy?
Boy are we all ever grateful too! ❤️❤️❤️
This makes me wonder what radiology technicians do when a patient already has a body adorned with tattoos. Your tattoos are very special, Gail, a sign not that you HAD cancer, but that you WILL be completely healed. I'm glad you want to keep them. Sorry- I have no cheese or cow jokes to share.
Awe come on... We know Typist has always secretly wanted tattoo’s... We just had no idea what lengths she would be willing to go through to get them... 😂🤣😂