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Snow Day!

So, apparently even radiation gets snow days! The weather is so bad here that I called into my doctor's office and won't be going today. This will definitely change the day, and made me laugh as it reminds me of the days I was like my little cousins and crossed my fingers for a free day to play. Now, I didn't pack my snowpants when I moved to my aunts house, but I get a day of less driving, more free time, and more ENERGY! I even splurged and had coffee, send your sympathies to Jason, as he didn't go to work and I'm going to bug him to entertain me.

Oh, btw, yesterday I went in for my bloodwork to test out my first 10 days of chemo, and my white counts are good, so YAY! I'm not just beating nausea, I'm keeping my immune system too. Woohoo! My phlebotomist and I traded as many "terms" we could think of to call what he does for a living. My favorite was vampire (I LOVE TWILIGHT), his was flee, which he hadn't heard before (surprising). He drew a smily face on my bandaid, and we'll be friends at least two more times before this first stage is done. He says he'll be looking for me since I'm such an "easy" draw, and he's the best at what he does in his office. Every phlebotomist I've met has claimed they are the best. Trend?

So, lots of snow, both of my cousins home, and my boyfriend home... we will see what the day brings! I sense fouls and penalties via the mini basketball hoop, Jason getting hit in the "sensitive" area somehow via wrestling, and the creation of another sledding run. Oooh, and hot chocolate a plenty, and maybe even Chili. Wow today is going to be so awesome, I love days like these. Plus the view of all the snow on the trees burying us alive at least looks PRETTY!

I just got a text from my girlfriend Sara, and apparently her step-dad's mom's priest is going to the Vatican to pray with the POPE for ME. I'm not even Catholic, well, I'm half Catholic (Dad's side). The Pope? Like the man who has the direct connection with THE MAN? What I want to say so bad right now is OH MY -------. I'm getting a rosary blessed by the Pope himself. I had to pause this blog-post to bawl and call both of my parents and deliver that news. Sara said that her family is determined to get me that miracle. That is amazing in itself. I am overwhelmed by this news, like me? Still wondering why someone who is just me gets to even cross the Pope's mind, let alone be prayed for by someone that important. I will never be able to thank Sara's family enough for putting this into motion for me. Sara has been sending me presents all the time, now how is she going to top this one?!?!

Jason is an atheist, and so he just had a panic moment, where he was like: "What if by sleeping next to me you get blocked from the Pope?! I'm a heathen!" and then ran out of the room. My guess has always been that he's an "atheist" because he's a scientist and feels like he should be, but the outburst itself implies otherwise. I've always been suspicious that he had faith. =) I'm on to him. He's even reading "The Shack" right now (He promised me after I pestered him for a month straight about it two years ago, and is getting around to it now). He suggested I call the Pope "Uncle Benny." He's way funnier than me.

GOD totally on my side, one less thing to worry about.

I think that this video might be excellent for this moment:

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