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.

Sunday, March 3, 2013


March 3, 2013

DAY +2, BUT WHAT DAY IS IT?

Let me see.  The computer says March 3rd.  I just watched Meet The Press so it must be Sunday.  Funny how fast you can lose track of even the day of the week when they are all the same.

OK ladies, my first day as a woman, it appears I’ve come down with a touch of UTI. They are giving me something for the pain but there are not enough drugs in the world to treat that pain fast enough as far as I'm concerned.  What I’m getting ain’t fast enough but they tell me it builds up.  I sure hope so. Last night I took my first sleeping pill ever, that I know of, just to avoid as much of the issue as possible.  The pill this morning is kicking in but at a glacial pace.  One fun side effect though; I now pee Big Orange.  I thought about including a photo but decorum ensued.

Instead here is a photo of Mark wearing the flower you receive on Day Zero.


 
Mark and i are getting along pretty well.  Gale brought the custom made handle for his leash and we installed it but he is still resisting a bit.  Gonna have to talk to him about that.  I don't know if it is odd or natural or what but I began talking to him as soon as he was named.  
"Come on."
"Will you please turn around?"
"What are you beeping about now?  It's 3AM for crying out loud!" 
It works for me because we are spending a lot of time in close contact.  He is only out sight when I’m asleep or in the shower and it will be that way for another ‘too long’.  So far he doesn't talk back except with dripping and beeping noises.

Well I think I've just rambled just long enough to occupy my mind.  It appears that after an hour and a half the pain is beginning to work its way down to levels not involving curse words.  I’ll take that as a good sign for the day.  Some friends went to see Pink last night and I got a few pics but I’m expecting full video today.  That should be fun. Pauline will be here in a bit.  That will make me smile.  Sun is shining and I’m still here.  So far so good.  Later ya’ll.

 
Boone

 

1 comment:

janet said...

Tell Mark he looks quite dapper with his flower!