Thursday, June 13, 2013
SHUFFLE AND REPEAT
Back to clear food.
Popsicle, broth, jello, juice and Ensure for lunch.
Lunch passes right on through.
Back on NPO.
Sigh.
Boone
My journey through Chronic Myelomonocytic Leukemia. Or "How to Cure Psoriasis the Hard Way."
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.
3 comments:
At least they saw a reason to try again, so they must feel they're on the right track. Keeping you in our prayers.
I'm glad you got to try. Maybe next time it will work.
Thinking of you every minute.
Donor
Okay, Boone, this diet stinks. We agree on that . Its the pits. Makes you feel like the gods have named you Sisypus, go push the boulder up the mountain again. This is not true. You have made great progress! The basic healing and regrowth is strong. In the whole scheme of things, this is just another set back on your way to victory. You are understandablely unhappy in the hospital setting but there you are near all the help you need to complete your journey to where we all want you to be. You have A/C and I hope you like golf. This morning as I walked and thought of you and Pauline, I was able to watch large screen TV and see the end of yesterdays's tournament which was just finishing up. When I sign off on this, I will go check up on Mickleson and see if his health holds out for him to make a real run at this competition. Then we have College World Series starting this week-end. Help me watch and cheer for LSU. Take care, remember, "patience and preseverance overcomth great obstacles". At least that is what my grandmother always told me and it would make me so furious, I wanted to scream. She was right but it did not seem that way at the time.
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