Who gives a flying f*@k? I’ll tell you who gives a flying f*@k: Marvin Drandell gives a flying f*@k, that’s who! Marvin, Todd’s best buddy from grade school had a flying f*@k sent to me, and I couldn’t be more ecstatic with his kind and thoughtful gesture 🙂 Don’t you want someone to give a flying f*#K? At times, don’t you feel like you want to give a flying f*@k? Even if you never give a flying f*@k, now at least you can click below and watch a f*@k actually flying!
A couple of days ago, I turned 50 years old – yikes! I had a fantastic day of celebration with my college/sorority bff’s surprising me by bringing a party to my house 🙂 Todd arranged the whole thing by telling me he was going to come by around 12 to pick me up for lunch, but instead, my gang showed up! It was the first time I had seen them in person for many, many months, and it was WONDERFUL! We talked fat feet, hairdos, PICC lines, hematomas 🙂
Todd took me out to dinner that night to a spot we had heard about for a long time as being fantastic, but had never tried. Todd called ahead and made sure we would be seated at a “no germs” secluded table, and we ordered a fabulous bottle of wine, we had a great waiter, we loved the atmosphere …. Then I opened my menu – there were those words AGAIN, jumping off the page, causing me to gag on the scrumptious “compliments of the chef” first bite.
My latest visit to see Dr. Fantastic at City of Hope went well. I am basically holding steady on my counts, which is great for my whites and platelets (they are now in the normal range), but my red cells continue to lag. Dr. F is anxious to let me go to every other week for appointments with him, but he won’t do it until my reds cooperate. Other than that, feet still fat, hematoma still fugly. I was recently invited to the COH annual Bone Marrow Transplant Reunion, which coincides with City of Hope’s 100th birthday. That’s Dr. F on the invite – I told you he was Steven Spielberg’s better looking twin! This will be an awesome chance to reconnect with all the nurses, physician’s assistants and doctors who saved my life! Not sure they’ll recognize me, since the last time most of them saw me I was completely bald (didn’t wear a beanie in the hospital), wore t-shirts and sweats, absolutely no makeup and had a hippopotamus fat face complete with bloody, scabby lips and gums 🙂
Didn’t give a flying f*@k how I looked then, and don’t give one now!