Rub-A-Dub-Dub

Tuesday involved Emily staying home, enjoying her viral infection.  I went up for a visit at LDS hospital. I left at 1 and made it home around 5:30.  During the visit they stole 100 mils of blood from me for a variety of tests they need to run in preparation for the bone marrow transplant.  The event was uneventful otherwise.  Emily's amazing chicken salad is no more.  We ate it along with 24 croissants in a period of 3 days.  Maybe it was 4 days.  Either way, that's 10,000 calories of croissants and chicken salad.  I didn't think we could do it.  Tuesday was a good day.

Wednesday, today, has been nice.  Emily and Max both seem to be doing better with their colds.  Emily went to work and seems to have had an enjoyable day.  I played Monopoly with Max, did the dishes, had a CBC drawn, received a platelet transfusion, didn't eat or drink enough, and worked with Max on his schooling.  This evening Emily and the boys will be leaving for a celebratory dinner at Emily's parents' house.  There is word on the street suggesting that said party will result in a steak dinner for Ryan.  Yummy.  Today has been a good day.

So, my last post bored me.  And the first two paragraphs of this post bore me.  The cause of this boredom, I believe, is that I'm not a poet.  I don't enjoy providing brief summarizations of my recent past.  What has happened isn't nearly so interesting as what is happening or what might happen.  I'll keep providing the boring updates, but only because my audience demands it.  Just know that I'm boring myself and I do so on your behalf.  This paragraph, on the other hand, has been very entertaining to write.  Yes, don't concern yourself with my boredom.  I always find a way to entertain myself, sometimes at your expense, which only seems fair.

My sister Jennifer, Emily, and I are nearing our grand adventure in bone marrow transplant.  Jennifer is committed.  I haven't heard of any red flags.  Insurance has signed off on the procedure.  In a week or three I'll get another bone marrow biopsy.  At that point there will be new information and decisions to be made.  If I'm in remission at that time we'll prepare for the bone marrow transplant, likely starting with 6 days of full body radiation therapy.  Good times.  Jennifer plans to get milked for stem cells, Emily plans to be my primary care giver, and I plan to survive and recover.  We three, with the support of dozens of others, will have quite the adventure.

The picture of the day, three men in a tub: