Things are going well here at home.  I feel almost back to normal.  A little nauseous and weak, but that's about it.  I guess it will take a couple months for my blood counts to return to normal, so I'm to be a little cautious of communicable disease and infection.  I'm on a daily antiviral, antibiotic, and antifungal just in case.  

I love that my kid's friends will just come out and asked if 'it' worked.  Wouldn't we all like to know!  I will find out in September (sometime around the 4th, we don't have a date for the scan yet).  It either kind of works immediately or it doesn't work at all.  I do have a disadvantage with the number of cells they were able to grow.  They try to get 50-150 billion cells.  They were only able to grow 13 billion for me, as some of the cell lines started dying off while they were expanding them.  As long as the cells that kept growing are the ones that can kill the cancer, this could still work.  If I had 100 billion more cells I would have a greater chance at getting just the right killer cells.  I haven't dared look at the articles I've read in the past about predicting a response, but I don't remember anyone with low cell numbers responding.  That is not to say it can't happen.  Jesus fed 5,000 with 5 loaves of bread and 2 small fish.  I think I've been reading too many medical journals and not enough Bible.  

There is that horrible fever I got right after they put my cells back in me.  That is the one thing that gives me hope.  And the fact that I have responded in some way to everything so far, so why not this?

We had Jess Curren of Picture Me Mine Photography take some photos before I went to Seattle.  Ginger is always the star.

I am pretty fond of the white stripes in my hair.  In my bald head they look like while splotches of skin, so the stripes will be back.

Growing up way too fast.

I loved having hair.  Hair is the best.