No shoes.

I had no shoes and complained until I met a man who had no feet.

That was my reaction to my blood tests yesterday. The numbers were generally pretty good. White blood cell count, red blood cell count and hemoglobin were all better than last week. But my platelets were down from 91 to 81. They should be about 120 or more. I could have told them that my number was low, having been hit in the hand by a speeding tennis ball that left my partner's racquet about two feet from my hand. It created a rather full circle of a bruise about the shape of a tennis ball. The research manager has been so busy that she has not noticed it yet. So don't say anything.

While I was absorbing the numbers during my Avastin infusion, a lady arrived at the chair beside me. It turned out that she could not receive treatment because her platelets were measured at 41.

Then a gentleman arrived in a wheelchair and when the nurses saw his numbers, they ordered him to the emergency ward immediately because he had severe renal failure. Whatever measure they were looking at, it was 80 when it should have been 10.

So, 81 as a measure of my platelets is not so bad.

While I think that I have always been pretty good at this, I am becoming even more accepting of things as they are. For example, I no longer get upset about an odd number of eggs in the carton. I have learned to construct scenarios by which the eggs will ultimately come out even.

But be warned! I still cannot accept toilet paper rolls being put on the dispenser the wrong way.

I am wondering about one thing though. I was recently told that I was exceptional. I looked up the definition in the dictionary and found that the first definition is "unusual." Now tell me.....how should I take that?

All in all a good week. Tennis every day and sometimes three sets. None of the scores ended with love!

But I do feel the love of all of you. Thanks.