Day +3962: Can’t see the time passing by…

“…Honey got no money I’m sixes and sevens and nines…” Note: This blog is written in memory of Jeanne Robertson (1943-2021), her mantra was to find the humor in ordinary everyday situations. Monday at Hopkins: Plan: Travel, Labs, Doctor’s Consult, Infusions, Home. Well, things went mostly according to plan. We…
Day +3958: This is just an ordinary day…
Day +3954: Transfusion, transfusion…
Day +3950: Those were the days, my friend…
Day +3945: Well, it’s alright, if you live the life you please…
Day +3941: Ode to Azacitidine…
Day +3938: It seems like I’ve been here before…

“…I can’t remember whenBut I got this funny feelingThat I’ll be back once againThere’s no straight lines make up my lifeAnd all my roads have bendsThere’s no clear-cut beginningsAnd so far no dead-ends…” 9/11/2021: As Michael indicated, Thursday’s biopsy did not go well. I was all set to contribute extra…
Day +3936: And drill, ye tarriers, drill
” And blast, and fire.” 11:30 Karen is trying to rest after her early morning run to Johns Hopkins for blood work and the bone marrow biopsy. 07:05 – Blood counts were depressed a little more, which in itself is depressing. They used Ultrasound to find a ‘good’ vein. Details later….