“…To the next whisky bar……Oh, don’t ask why……Oh, don’t ask why…” The trip to Johns Hopkins today was only marred by construction on I95. Upon arrival it didn’t take long for Karen to be led to the bleeding station. Her Phlebotomist was very good and efficient; however, the draw site…
“…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…
“…Wipe the insecurities away…” I wish things where that way. Karen’s Thursday Johns Hopkins visit went in many ways like Monday and in some important ways not at all. The plan is travel, blood draw, doctor visit, and if needed off to the Infusion Center, travel home. Wrinkle one was,…
“…Oh, nurse I’m gonna make a new resolution…” Karen is currently napping. She had a very long day at Hopkins. Her morning blood work showed that her platelet count had dropped to ten. Bad. The general malaise has persisted accented by body spasms and leg, butt, and bone pain. None…
“….We thought they’d never end We’d sing and dance forever and a day We’d live the life we choose We’d fight and never lose Those were the days…” In the world of the atomic clock, time is precise to the point of determining leap seconds to keep the electronic world…
“Well, it’s alright, doin’ the best you can…” So, for Saturday morning fun we went to Hopkins today. Rounds complete, the battery of 15 shots of chemo for the week is done. Nausea, spams, and general pain complicate everything. Hopkins on a weekend is a bit apocalyptic. Empty. Dead. A…
”You used to be the bestTo make life be life to meAnd I hope that you’re still out thereAnd you’re like you used to beWe’ll have ourselves a timeAnd we’ll dance ’til the morning sunAnd we’ll let the good times come inAnd we won’t stop ’til we’re done …” 9/14/2021:…
“…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…
” 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….
“… And pick up on one and leave the other behind? It’s not often easy and not often kind. Did you ever have to make up your mind?…” So, let’s go with the blunt approach – since the last post in May, Karen’s platelets counts have been on a Kamikaze…