Jolly Hemoglobinmas

You know what it's like when Christmas morning finally arrives, after you have waited for it for weeks or months? You know what's better? When you've waited months and it finally happens that  your hemoglobin level climbs back into the normal range. Today is the day!! I think I'll call it Hemoglobinmas Day. 

Today was the day for my biweekly blood draw, and I was hoping for some improvement in my hemoglobin level, which is all related to my Red Blood Cell (RBC) count. Two weeks ago my hemoglobin had slipped from 12.4 to 12.3 (normal is 13-17). I was so happy two weeks ago when Dr. Waugh said I only need blood draws every other week, instead of weekly, and now this news: my RBCs are at 4.19 (normal is 4-5.5) and my hemoglobin is at 13.4 (normal is 13-17). The hemoglobin jumped 1.1 in two weeks, and that's huge. 

Once again, I am amazed by and grateful for the amazing body that God designed for me and gave me 75 years ago. It has bounced back yet again. Can't help thinking of Psalm 139:13-14 -

"For you formed my inward parts;
    you knitted me together in my mother's womb.
14 I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
    my soul knows it very well."

If you've been following the blog, you know that the lab results on my recent bone marrow biopy look very encouraging. (You have that on the authority of a retired, unlicensed dentist!) You also know that we have a consultation with Dr. Waugh scheduled for Friday. She will be able to give us the interpretation of a duly licensed, practicing oncologist. You gonna take her word over a retired, unlicensed, septuagenarian dentist?? I mean c'mon!

Yours truly has been busy doing maintenance projects on our travel trailer in anticipation of a potential camping trip in the near future. That will have to wait until my PICC line is removed. Pending Dr. Waugh's input on these recent results, I hope to have that done next Monday morning. Just think of it: no more wearing a rubber sleeve over the PICC line when I want to shower; no more 10 lb. limit on lifting things; no more weird looking thingy hanging out of my arm. 

What could make for a jollier Hemoglobinmas than that? Well, what??

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