"Oh, she's got the fever...Fever all through the night..."

Remember Bruce Springsteen's song The Fever? It's been floating through my head all day. Not a surprise given that my recent Vidaza injections seem to bring on evening fevers. Fortunately, John and I have been through this fever routine so many times that we're getting a better handle on when we can manage it at home. As Leonard Cohen has so beautifully sung, Hallelujah! Staying out of the hospital is Goal Number One.

Here's a good one: Not enough fat!

Just a quick note to let you all know that I've restarted round 4 of Vidaza. (I'm taking the Vidaza in injection form now rather than as an infusion since my arm is still recovering from the slipped IV last week.) My nurse keeps commenting that I don't have enough stomach fat to protect me from the needle sticks. I find that amusing and gratifying at the same time. Although I know I'm skinny because of my disease, I can't help but enjoy it on a certain level. American women all grow up desperate to be thin. Too bad I couldn't get here another way!