Let There Be Cake!

"Everything is negative," he says as he's skimming a piece of paper in my file. His eyes are wide and happy.

Negative is good, I think. But I'm not used to hearing it in relation to much these past years so I'm temporarily confused.

"What is negative?" I ask excitedly.

"Oh, you didn't get the report? You should have gotten a full report." He goes on and on wasting time confirming my address and guessing about why I was never notified. But he still looks happy, so I'm almost ok with the ridiculous delay if this is about to be good news.

"What report already?!?"

My Lyme doctor tells me my once very annoying and health threatening food allergies (to cheese, milk and everything deliciously dairy) are gone. We tested them again "just for fun" after my last visit. So are my allergies to trout and pinto beans but he says nothing about that because let's face it, who cares?

If you were a fly on the wall, you'd think he just told me I won the jackpot. And, in a way, I did. In a way, I am....little by little winning back parts of my life that I almost forgot I shouldn't have to live without. I wonder what else I don't remember I lost that might reappear and surprise me one day. The allergy news is not necessarily so great because I can eat my favorite yellow cake with chocolate frosting now. It's that it is more proof that I am improving. That my immune system is strengthening. That the fragile body I used to live inside, is slowly becoming strong to the world and able to tolerate more and more.

All of my other lab tests were stellar. Except one.

My blood counts are continuously strong now. My blood sugar is stable. My organs are happy and in "normal" range. My lab results come back without emergency flags for anything. I'm not at risk of dying from a cold (like I was in 2006 when my blood counts were so low that going anywhere was a risk), and the hospital ER hasn't seen me in what seems like forever. They wouldn't recognize me if they did.

I had one growth hormone that was out of normal range for a woman. But it's elevated normally for a pregnant woman. It all makes perfect sense to me. Because my body has accepted these baby stem cells, my growth hormones have reacted in kicking up a notch. They are helping to fuel the regeneration in my body, just as if I were pregnant and building new tissue, muscle, etc. I read somewhere that people harvest and use this hormone like a steroid -- injecting it into their muscles to make them grow fast and strong.

I'm more amazed each day than I was the day before.

It's been six months now since my first round of baby stem cells were introduced into my broken down body. And, what a miraculous six months it's been. Sometimes it makes me want to cry.

But today, it makes me want to celebrate. Bring on the next six months of life. Bring on the good things to come. Bring on July when I'll receive more baby stem cells to keep me moving in the right direction. And, don't forget to....BRING ON THE CAKE!!!

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