“What day is it?"
"It's today," squeaked Piglet.
"My favorite day," said Pooh.
~ A.A. Milne
Yesterday, I had my appointment with my oncologist and began the next cycle of chemotherapy. The first thing on my mind to ask him was about the elevation of the lambda light chain on the last blood work. He reminded me that what we really need to look at is both the kappa light chain number and the lambda light chain number and the ratio between the two. My ratio had stayed the same and that was a good thing. It would have been more alarming if there was a change in the ratio. So, for now, we are going to watch those numbers carefully and continue on with my chemo regimen.
One thing I love about my doctor is his great sense of humor. I have always felt it was a bonus to have an excellent oncologist who also has a sense of humor. I see him every three weeks and at each appointment, we laugh. Maybe some cancer patients wouldn't like this, but I do. Yesterday was no exception. I asked him what we will do if the lambda light chain goes up and the ratio indicates a problem. His quick response was, "I'll stop testing for it!" In all seriousness, my doctor said that if that happens, we will probably change my chemotherapy plan. Brent and I laughed so hard at his first response and, as we know, laughter is good for the soul.
"What does all this have to do with the charming words of Piglet and Pooh?" you might ask. Well, to me this quote is one of the simplest and purest expressions of the idea that we should enjoy and cherish each day we are given. When you have been told that the disease you have cannot be cured, it is a natural progression to spend a lot of time thinking and even philosophizing about life and death and I have had nearly four years to do just that. Talking to my doctor and being reassured and laughing hard reminded me that each today can be my favorite day. Even on a difficult day, when I am not feeling well and find it challenging to control the anxiety that living with cancer can bring, it can be a favorite day. . . I am still here.