Just a quick little note here...I started this blog after Thanksgiving, and with any luck, by this Thanksgiving the posts will be irregular. I won't necessarily have the opportunity to tie Thanksgiving, the holiday, to the feelings I have for those who follow this blog -- especially those who are kind enough to call, email, post, etc., some of whom have even tolerated my inability to call back right away, etc.
My point is: I'm thankful for each and every one of you. I truly feel like I'm not going through this alone, in large part because of the "virtual support network" I have here with you.
You all make a difference. Thanks!!!!
I created this blog so that I, and others, can track the progress of my Multiple Myeloma and my efforts to combat it. I am blessed to have my family and many good friends to help me defeat this and if you are reading this, you are likely included in that group. Thanks for your support -- with it, I will beat this. So for your edification and perhaps even amusement, read on!
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Rotten little kids...or "I'm an idiot."
So what's the one thing that could drop a turd in the ol' punchbowl, as they say, of my progress?
Getting sick. As in a plain old common cold.
I've been taking very fastidious care of myself. I've barely left the house, when I have I've barely touched anybody or anything, and I've made very, very liberal use of the alcoholic handwash that kills germs.
The one time I broke with this because I wasn't able to? My daughter's back-to-school night, where I was assaulted by 100 kids under 10, their parents, and every piece of paper, chair, pencil and art project any of them have touched for the past month. I tried to keep the germs at bay with the handwash, but last night, I got a tickle in my throat.
This morning, the tickle is an irritation in my chest. I'm taking Airborne. But barring a sudden dose of good fortune, I'm screwed.
Why does this matter? Well they (the good folks in Little Rock) won't even BEGIN a stem cell transplant process when I'm sick, for obvious reasons. If this cold runs two weeks before it's gone, then it's going to delay everything for two freakin' weeks.
I could not be more displeased. Well, I suppose I could if my cancer was getting worse...which now that I think about it, it might in the intervening time. Unless they put me on more bridging therapy, which means more of that awful thalidomide.
Damn it.
Getting sick. As in a plain old common cold.
I've been taking very fastidious care of myself. I've barely left the house, when I have I've barely touched anybody or anything, and I've made very, very liberal use of the alcoholic handwash that kills germs.
The one time I broke with this because I wasn't able to? My daughter's back-to-school night, where I was assaulted by 100 kids under 10, their parents, and every piece of paper, chair, pencil and art project any of them have touched for the past month. I tried to keep the germs at bay with the handwash, but last night, I got a tickle in my throat.
This morning, the tickle is an irritation in my chest. I'm taking Airborne. But barring a sudden dose of good fortune, I'm screwed.
Why does this matter? Well they (the good folks in Little Rock) won't even BEGIN a stem cell transplant process when I'm sick, for obvious reasons. If this cold runs two weeks before it's gone, then it's going to delay everything for two freakin' weeks.
I could not be more displeased. Well, I suppose I could if my cancer was getting worse...which now that I think about it, it might in the intervening time. Unless they put me on more bridging therapy, which means more of that awful thalidomide.
Damn it.