complain about their lot in life to me, which is an unexpected benefit of having a critical illness; however, it is, ironically, a pleasure to listen to the few people who still bring their complaints to my table.
not contagious, but I can name a few friends who now treat me like I have the plague, or worse.
day one of my new immune system. tuesday’s chemo will kill my existing bone marrow and the retrieved t stem cells will grow my new bone marrow. i feel pretty good right now, but next week i will have zero immunity, like some asshole on survivor.
9 am. well, technically but not actually. i will enter the hospital this morning to begin the bone marrow transplant process. there is more information on the internet than i would ever want to read, but i am having an autologous stem cell transplant. wednesday is day zero of my new immune system.
or the disease, which is potentially more lethal?
the concept of “statistically significant chance” has a new meaning for me.
like love, the more you give the more you have.