Feeling Grateful
Last year on Independence Day in the US, I was in the hospital. Family and I were preparing for me to punch out. MM on the rampage. One of the drugs being used in my particular cocktail cause a heart attack. Sure seemed like time to leave this mortal existence.
This year on Independence Day I’m home and healthy as I’ve been in two years. My MM is in what my oncologist describes as a “miraculous remission” - no signs of MM in either blood tests or bone marrow biopsies. Heart has been solid for a year. So this Independence Day has special personal meaning for me. Spent the day baking bread. Will watch fireworks later tonight. I’m grateful to still be here.
I’m sharing this story in the hopes it might help somebody else who is hitting rock bottom right now. Keep hope in your heart and keep fighting.