Minus One

Today is indeed a day of rest.

Since I last wrote I have been pretty much nauseous non stop and spent a good deal of time with my head over a basin. I’m sure it  would have been much worse, without my kind nurses and their endless supply of wonder drugs. But I finished the chemo yesterday ( hopefully, I will never need it again.) and today the world is a very different place.

Tomorrow, I think about 1:00 I will receive Nancy’s gift…one large syringe full of life-giving stem cells.





This is Nancy. She is appliqueing squares for a quilt which will be a gift to her grandson who will be born next month. Quilting is just one of Nancy’s many, many talents.

Here I am with my sisters Nancy and Gail. They came to visit today. The picture on the right is not of me and my sisters. Gail gave it to me, and whenever I look at it I think how lucky I am to have sisters.


I also have a brother named George…but I am sorry to say I do not have his picture in my computer.

I do, however, have a quote from Mansfield Park by Jane Austen (1814).

Children of the same family, the same blood, with the same first associations and habits, have some means of enjoyment in their power, which no subsequent connections can supply…

They can also, on occasion, save each others lives…



Back in the Hospital (again)

Yesterday I came back to Sloan Kettering.

Yesterday was day -10. Today is day -9. The countdown has begun, and on day zero I will receive  an allogeneic stem cell transplant. An Allogeneic transplant, in case you didn’t know, is a stem cell transplant which will replace my stem cells with new healthy ones from a donor other then myself. The donor in my case is my sister Nancy. She is a perfect 10 for 10 point match. My sister Gail and my brother George are wonderful siblings, but they are only 5 for 10 point matches…so for this particular purpose, I am very lucky to have Nancy.

Yesterday (Monday, January 9) I had a Central Venous Catheter placed  near my heart. This was a bit scary but, as with most of what I have experienced in the past several months, the reality was not as bad as the anticipation. Now it is Tuesday, and I have started getting “Busulfan” ,the first of the three types of chemotherapy I will get over the next week. So far, so good.

My room is actually great. I have no roommate and a nice view of the East River, Rockefeller University and the 59th Street Bridge (otherwise known as the Queensburo Bridge).

I also have a fine bathroom which I do not have to share…which is wonderful.

It has been a longish day and I think I should stop writing. I will now order my dinner and watch Jon Stewart. More of my adventures will follow in the days to come.