It is rare for me to get excited about anything myeloma related these days. Gone is the time when I had targets, hopes and dreams. I still have a diluted version of the last two I suppose, I just liked the sentence structure. My dry wit, however, does, if one is reaching, offer some evidence towards the statement above that I really do not get excited about anything myeloma related. I have been there, done that and got the stem cell.
So, imagine my surprise this morning when I did get excited. I did jump up and down in my bedroom and I did</em scream out loud. As a result I did procrastinate so much that I had to get a taxi into town; that is my excuse and I am sticking to it.
In this morning’s post I was pleased to receive the note of my last doctor’s appointment informing me that my paraprotein level is no longer 8. My paraprotein is now 7. Seven. It didn’t go up.
I know there is not much in a point. It doesn’t change my circumstances. I have previously talked myself into thinking that a point up or a point down in the world of paraprotein means very little.
That said, for today, I’m going to let myself have a little bit more hope than I did yesterday, because recently, not even in my dreams was I hitting a seven.