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Medical Update

Well, finally had my General Hospital clinic appointment this afternoon, subsequent to December 7. I'm now officially an out-patient of the Multiple Myeloma Clinic, transferred from the Bone Marrow Transplant Clinic. This is definately a positive development.

And I'm doing so well, I don't go back to the clinic for 6 weeks. The doctor is very pleased with my progress: my colour, test results and weight - re: the latter saying I must have had a good Christmas (now at 190 lbs, a full 20 additional lbs since the bone marrow transplant).

Indeed, after 3 months, I'm at a stage of my recovery - practically complete - that on average usually takes 4-6 months. Next up, the General will arrange with the Aylmer CLSC for monthly blood work and an IV of pamidronate so as to help protect my bones.

So I'm happy. I better start my walking program soon and keep the weight off!
Book: Exit Music by Ian Rankin
Music: Send in the Clowns - The Very Best of Sarah Vaughan by Sarah Vaughan

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