Just woke from a bad nightmare. I have such vivid dreams. Yesterday, when I arrived at my appointment, the nurse took one look at me and called Dr Germany. I tried to explain that I looked awful because I was reading a sad book (true story) and it made me cry (also true), but she wasn't having it and postponed my immunotherapy for later this morning.
I'm feeling much better after having a break. Now I just have the immunotherapy this morning at 9:30 am, then tomorrow I have the immunotherapy primed with my dendritic cells. Then I'm done. Until my reoccurring New York appointments, that is. I had more hyperthermia appointments scheduled, but I'm canceling them, obviously that treatment does not work well with my body. I had been so excited, but oh well.
Here's a photo of green and I last night when we wondered off for her birthday dinner. We were literally laughed at in our bright coral and yellow coats (by our bell boy) because 99.9% of Duderstadters wear black, brown, or gray coats - either puffy or real fur trench coats. Apparently we did not get the memo.