Without any idea or fore knowledge that there was even a possibility that "C" could go into remission, we were not only stunned by the doctor's confidence that this can be, at least, put into dormancy for the future, but a little surprised that having dealt with this for almost a year no one has happened to mention before now that this was a possibility.
Okay, "little surprised" is an understatement. Either we are deaf, stupid or we are asking the wrong questions when we go to the doctors.
Whatev'. And, y'know what? Who cares? All we know is that after 8 more weeks of treatment [go me!] and we should know. But considering the results so far, it appears to be heading in the best possible direction.
It will be a nice outcome knowing I will always have to live with "A", "B" and "D" while waiting for "E" [side note on "E" - I could get bumped down the transplant list or completely taken off depending on the treatment there too. That I do know!] I won't ever be able to erase the board entirely in my favor, but it is such a sweet piece of relief, a weight lifted and the 300 lb gorilla in the room lost a few pounds, that I will take whatever I can get.
So go ahead, call me hopefully optimistic, call me Pollyanna. . . just don't call me late for CAKE.
Orange Ya' Glad I Made Cake cake to be more specific.
Being that it is winter and citrus is a scarce commodity in these parts it stands to reason that I, of course, am craving it desperately. A glass of orange juice, a tangerine or lemon in my tea is fine.
But that's just it.
Those things are FINE.
Fine if you want to get a dose of vitamin C and a taste of Florida, but. . .
I don't want FINE.
I want knock your socks off, blow your hair back, you're licking your plate to get the last morsel OUTSTANDING.
And don't we all deserve that?
I say "Damn Skippy!"
[Useless fact of the day: Those that don't know the phrase,"Damn Skippy" is a southern way to resoundingly agree with something. How convenient for me, eh?]
I love this cake. It's fluffy, light, orangey tasting. Tadpoles it is so, so, so toe curlingly good. The fact that it has actual orange juice in the ingredients takes away a bit of the guilt after you've [daintily] h00vered 4 cupcakes [prove it] And you are allowed to over indulge in this cake. It's goodness is worthy of celebration and besides you can always shut that voice in your head up by explaining that you are simply preventing scurvy. Hey! It could happen. ::laughing::
Use whatever excuse you like, but trust me when I tell you if you make this recipe you may want to invest in an industrial sized lock for your pantry. You are going to want to keep this bad boy under lock and key because you won't
I had originally planned on following a recipe the first time I made it. It was entitled "Orange Cake" ::borrriiiinng:: but it had too much vanilla and lemon in it, so I decided pppbbbllllttt on that and made my own concoction.
It instantly became THE family favorite.
Let me put it this way. I made a dozen cupcakes to mail to Squirrel at college earlier this week. How many do you suppose are in southern Virginia as I type this? Yep, no crumbs in her mailbox this week I am afraid.
Tonight there is a bundt cake on the table, glistening with orange glaze and I swear it is taunting me. "Come Skippy. You deserve meeee. Just one piece....it won't hurt."
On second thought? I care too much for y'all to share such a dangerous cake recipe with you. I best keep it in the family.
I know, I know, but you'll thank me later. No, really you will. I have gained three pounds this week. And on that? I am not exaggerating. I gained THREE whole pounds.
I think I am going to have to rename it. Instead of my original moniker I think I will dub it "Danger Cake". It will be the James Bond of cakes. Good looking, tasty, but oh' so lethal. ::wink::
Tadpoles you are the rockin' best - and I mean that. I don't think I will ever be able to explain or to thank you all enough for all that you do for me and my family. I thank God everyday that y'all are in our lives. Without a doubt. We are blessed.
Thanks gang. We'll see ya' on the flipside. Hugs from the pond. xo Skip