Gilmore Girls and the Doctor Strange trailer and political asylum.
Kate says it’s: easy.
Praise the Lord and pass the broccoli!
Saw the doctor this morning to discuss the blood tests I had done on Monday. Nervewracking. I’ve been working really hard at exercising and shifting my diet to about 95% vegetarian, along with taking the medication he prescribed. I wanted good news, but I wasn’t expecting any. It’s been two years, almost to the day, of bad or “meh” news.
So color me every shade of shocked and happy.
The work has paid off! My liver function has improved. Enzyme numbers are down. Still elevated/abnormal, but down. My goal was to lose 10 pounds between my appointment back in February and the one today; I’ve lost 9.5 (and 11.9 total inches between walking and the “21 Day Fix” program). Doctor is very happy with the progress. He’s given me the go-ahead to experiment with going off of the medication. Go back in July for another round of blood tests to see if I need to go back on it.
I will have to be strict about diet and exercise for the rest of my life. I’m not cured. That’s not going to happen this side of eternity unless the Lord decides to intervene in a way He hasn’t already. If I get lazy or too indulgent, it’s all downhill. There’s nothing easy about the days that stretch before me, however many there may be. Getting up early and lacing up the sneakers. One more rep with a little heavier weight. Grunting because that makes you stronger. Food prep and carting a lunchbox with me wherever I go and eating specific things at specific times. Sticking to a bedtime.
But a small price to pay.
There may still be a transplant in my future. I can’t predict that. I still have pain. I’m still fatigued. Like I said, not cured. Not easy. But stronger. Braver. I can do what I can do and trust the Lord to give me exactly what I need exactly when I need it.
For He is good and glorious.
And would have still been even if the outcome had been different.