It's a Beautiful Day!

What a great day! Went for my medical appointment at the General's Bone Marrow Transplant Unit this morning and it was all good news. My heart scan turned out excellent. My hemoglobin is down, my protein levels are down and as for my kidneys - my creatinine levels are down.

This all puts me on line for one more "induction" chemo treatment in a week or two prior to the heavy dose chemo about four to six weeks later, leading to the bone marrow transplant. This is sooner than expected - three "induction" chemos instead of five or six.

There will be side effects from the heavy dose chemo which will likely involve a hospital stay of around 7 days or so where they can monitor possible fevers and so on, but the rest of the treatments will be on an out-patient basis. I'm quite anxious now, given this excellent news!

Book: Forever Young: Photographs of Bob Dylan by Douglas R. Gilbert, Text by Dave Marsh

Music : On an Island by David Gilmour

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