This is Pauline, Boone's wife. Every year on or near his birthday, he has his annual physical. His doctor told him that he had "Immature blood cells" and referred him to a hemotologist. To Boone's great surprise when he arrived for the appointment, the hemotologist was an oncologist. They drew blood and the Oncologist, Dr. K, wanted to know why I was not with him. Next visit he said, I better be there. A month later, we went to the appointment. Blood was drawn. Dr. K. said it could be a couple of things, and ordered a bone marrow biopsy. On the 3rd month, we heard the diagnosis of CMML.

Saturday, March 2, 2013


March 2, 2013

DAY ZERO – PART DOS

 
I was planning on telling you all about it after the transfusion was complete but there was one part I had not thought about.  After the last of the stem cells made their journey down that three feet of plastic and deposited themselves near my heart, I got a good dose of Ativan and Benadryl.  Good night Mr. Boone.

I arose from bed, can't say ‘wake up’ because they wake me all the time and can’t say ‘got up’ because I got up a few times to pee.   So I ‘arose’ from my post-transplant sleep after about twelve hours feeling pretty well.  I missed two meals so I feel a bit hungry.

I feel tired.

I feel groggy.

I feel drugged.

I feel ‘like a filly who is ready for the race’.  (that one’s for you Gael)

The transplant itself was sort of an uneventful party. Dr. S dropped by before the procedure.  He is busy as they did two other transplants this morning as well. Of course Pauline was there as was Mr. S, a friend and a BMT recipient himself.    LA, the Cell Keeper, transferred custody of a small bag of cold slushy stem cells to Nurse G who plugged them into me. They did that two more times.  We watched as what I swear looked like orange fluid flowed thru the tube.  I know what you are all thinking, yes it looked BIG ORNAGE and yes I was proud. Nobody else mentioned it.   Pauline took some pics and video I believe so we’ll hold for now until the official review is complete.  Only about a half hour show all total.  A good time was had by all. Mr. S headed back to work.  LA went back to her lab.  Then came the cocktail.  Then came the nap.  So now it’s 4:24 AM and I’m wide awake.  I have been for an hour.  The floor is pretty quiet. We'll see what my first 'new' day brings.   The next couple of weeks will be,......will be,……………..let’s just say important. 


Boone


For those of you in other countries BIG ORANGE is a nickname for the University of Tennessee of which both Pauline and I are proud graduates.  And if I may, I would be honored and pleased to have you leave a comment on the blog.  If you prefer you may email me a dboonie1953.@gmail.com.  In any case thanks for dropping by.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

WEll, you are looking good. It sounds much simpler than we had imagined. Glad for that. The BIG ORANGE is yet another good omen! Cheers and we'll talk soon!

Harold said...

Sorry I didn't call back today. I seem to lose track of time since I don't have a schedule right now. Just want you to know that I am keeping up with you and thinking of you. So far, so good.