A Party, a Fun Find, the Certainty of Taxes, and Where are they Now?

Jeff climbed into bed and clicked on the TV for his usual few minutes of distraction before clicking it off and falling - infuriatingly – instantly to sleep.  He never has any trouble leaving the cares of the day behind AND he can drink caffeine at any time of day without it affecting his ability to fall asleep at will.  He knows not to watch even a few minutes of a high-action show with edgy music because that will set back my bedtime routine, sometimes irreparably.  On this night he chose something silly, a show that I was not familiar with. 

“What do you have on?” I asked.

Jeff stilled for a moment.  Finally, “My pajamas?”

I laughed and clarified my question, “On TV.”

Now he can get me to laugh anytime with the question, “Want to know what I have on?”

In November we reached our Ruby (40^th) Wedding Anniversary.  Our children asked (we may have given hints or even outright asked) if they could throw us a party to commemorate the occasion.  Jeff wondered whether 40 years was an unusual anniversary for a party and I told him not to worry – we’ll plan on having another one for our 50^th.  It was fun to see our long-time friends and family together with our newer friends (some we met through Cancer Support Community - Gilda’s Club) in the same room enjoying themselves.

  

The New Year was inspiration enough for a basement cleaning.  We found a stash of get-well cards from the time Jeff was diagnosed and in treatment for blood cancer and recovering from bone marrow transplant.  We decided to look through them one more time before recycling them.  Several nights at dinnertime we read a few of the messages and well wishes and remembered the kind things people did for Jeff and our family during that time.  We noticed that some folks sent several cards over the year and half or so that Jeff needed care and prayers.  And we noticed that we’d heard from people in all of our circles – family, friends, neighbors, church, work, scouts, our children’s friends…  We basked again in the love shown to us.

That same week I had another reminder – a little weird, maybe - of the time that has passed since Jeff’s illness.  I keep eight red IKEA boxes to store eight years’ worth of tax records for Jeff’s business.  At the end of each year the contents of the oldest box are shredded and the box is re-labeled for the current tax year.  Jeff and I took turns at the shredder – I with sinister delight - watching as the financial evidence of Transplant Year were destroyed. 

Barby from Gift of Life asked Jeff if he would participate in the “Where are they now?” series for bone marrow recipients and donors.  He responded with a hearty “YES!”  We are pretty sure Jeff’s donor, Nicole, would be equally willing.  We don’t know yet what this will entail but we are eager to see what Gift of Life has in mind.  They do a really good job of promoting bone marrow donation and take very good care of their donors and recipients.  And, of course, they gave Jeff the Gift of Life.

A Corn? Really?

After all that Jeff has endured and survived, he was disgusted to realize he needed minor foot surgery for a corn that had been giving him trouble for a few months.  He followed the post-surgery instructions fairly well – when and how to keep the incision dry, and later when to soak it, ointments, bandages.  When his foot was still fairly sore, he dropped a fresh bar of soap very close to the incision while showering and bruised the area further!  Drat!

Just one hitch with the foot surgery itself.  The surgicenter called the evening before the procedure to remind him to take his Lisinopril.  Jeff reasoned that heart patients are told to take their Lisinopril to keep their blood pressure down during surgery but that in his case, it was NOT a good idea to lower his already too-low bp.  His kidneys would survive.  As it turned out, he scared the anesthesiologist with a very low bp during surgery.  The poor man visited the recovery room frequently and emitted many loud sighs of relief as Jeff’s bp inched back up to his normal.  I wonder whether Jeff maybe should go to a hospital for short procedures rather than to a surgicenter.

Granddaughter Penny asked Grandpop how the doctor put him to sleep for his procedure, “Did they sing Hush Little Baby?”  She is fascinated with injuries and had the good fortune to accompany Grandpop on his follow-up visit with the surgeon.  She was very curious and insisted on watching the removal of the stitches.  She asked, “Grandpop, when are you going to cry?”  Pre-BMT Jeff may have passed out when having stitches removed but he has become a much braver man!

Otherwise, doctor visits are further between - and that seems okay.  He has dental and eye visits coming up.  So very, very ordinary.  In fact, Jeff is getting practice as a caregiver since he’s had to drive me to the retina specialist several times.

We are excited about Rider University’s Bone Marrow Registry, a campus club which I am advising.  This year the club is flourishing under the leadership of a sophomore biology major, Ally, who serves as a Gift of Life Campus Ambassador.  Gift of Life offers training and support for Ally’s team of cheek-swabbers and, through connection with other universities' Campus Ambassadors, ideas for promoting swab events on campus in very creative ways.  I love this program and hope we see folks in need of marrow or stem cells matched to Rider students and alumni in the future.

8-year Survivorship Anniversary

May is a big birthday month for our family.  Two of our children and two of our grandchildren celebrate birthdays in May.  And this year Jeff celebrated the 8th year anniversary of his bone marrow transplant.  He thanks Nicole for 8-Year Survivorship Anniversary.  We continue to be grateful and while we (or maybe, just I) may seem to focus on Jeff’s care, we do not think about recurrence.  Eight years and counting…

Jeff has accepted that his weekdays must be planned around doctor visits.  I have not heard complaints about these interruptions in a while.  It’s his job to take care of himself.  And sometimes he works, too.

To deal with Jeff's swallowing issues, his endocrinologist stretched his esophagus, and ordered a repeat endoscopy in six weeks.  It seems to have helped.  Jeff says he can eat even faster now!  Ha.

The kidney specialist reports Jeff's uric acid and creatinine are a little high.  His kidney function is at 61% while 70% is age-appropriate.  Below 60% would require further treatment.  Jeff was very disappointed to hear this but Dr. Pat said, "You've been through a lot.  So 61% is good, considering."  His medication drags his blood pressure pretty low at times, 90/60 last night.  Dr. Pat would prefer it in the area of 120/ but that is seldom achieved.   

As we enter summertime, I am concerned about the difficulty Jeff has in drinking enough water to protect his kidneys.  When he talks about taking on outside jobs, I wish he wouldn't.   I'd rather he works inside, in air conditioning, with minimal ladder work, on easy jobs that don't require a lot of heavy-lifting.  Jeff sees it differently, of course.  Summer is the time to be outside.

I decided, with Jeff's nudging, to address my ongoing Caregiver Syndrome.  I've delayed mammogram, colonoscopy, eye exam, blood labs for primary care doc, even the dentist.  I made appointments to take care of all of these things and it's a good thing I did.  The ophthalmologist found I had a retinal issue and referred me to a specialist who diagnosed BRVO which would cause vision impairment if not treated.

I recently spoke to a friend who is scared of doctors.  I told him that, at the time of Jeff's diagnosis of MDS, my brother asked what he could do.  Jeff's response was, "Go get a physical."  Good advice.  Job one: take care of yourself.

We attended the Leukemia and Lymphoma Society's Man/Woman of the Year Gala to support our friend, Michael's campaign.  Michael took home the Mission Award.  This was well-deserved because Michael, Monique and their family are relentless in promoting the mission of L&LS.  We are proud to know them and pray Michael achieves his goal of living long enough to see a cure for Multiple Myeloma.

A Month Early and a Year Later

Jeff took the train to the city for his six-month visit with Dr. Porter.  This was the longest stretch to date between appointments and he was eager to see Nurse Heather and Dr. Porter - more on a personal level than for their medical expertise.  

He must have been a little too eager to see them.  He gave his name at reception and, when the receptionist couldn't find his name in the day’s appointments, Jeff realized his mistake.

"I don't have an appointment today, do I?"

He'd arrived on Tuesday, February 19th instead of Tuesday, March 19th - a month early!  He said it was a "practice run”.  The construction between the train station at University City and the Perelman Center had progressed quite a lot in the six months - well, five months- since his last appointment.  Even the road had been straightened and the news stand relocated.  

At his actual six-month appointment, Heather told Jeff that Dr. Porter would have seen him on his earlier trip if he'd only asked.  Apart from telling Jeff to follow up with the family doctor and a gastroenterologist about a swallowing issue he is experiencing, Dr. Porter had nothing much to say.  He was confident Jeff will continue to do well and said the most amazing thing.  "Come back in six months. No!  Let's make it a year."  A YEAR!  Wow!  

Weird and interesting:  Jeff has had eye pain for about a month.  It went away for a while but came back and was concerning him.  Off to the ophthalmologist.  He learned that his eyeballs are swollen.  Yes, swollen eyeballs.  The doctor said, “Your body just does this sometimes.”  The quick and easy cure is Ibuprofen but Jeff’s kidney specialist will not allow him to take that.  Instead, eye drops should take care of it in a couple of days.

Our friend Michael from Gilda’s Club is a candidate for Leukemia and Lymphoma Society’s Man of the Year.  We have been saving up our donation dollars to give to Michael during the campaign period, now underway.  A Beer & Whiskey Kick-Off event was held on Saturday night and we had a lot of fun seeing friends from Gilda’s and friends of Michael’s whom we’d met at past fundraisers.   We even came home with a couple of baskets of goodies that we won at the silent auction.  Michael and his wife, Monique, are awesome representatives for L&LS and their commitment to funding research which may someday help Michael is impressive.  Jeff commented that sometimes it seems our social life is centered around cancer friends and events.  We’ve met some really nice folks this way.  

Also on our social calendar was a visit with old family friends - five siblings and their spouses and four of the Claus siblings and our spouses.  It was great to see everyone, reminisce about old times, and eat good food.  We shared Jeff’s good news from the oncologist – “Come back in a year”.  One of our friends had lost her husband to leukemia and we were reminded that the disease is not easily conquered.   We are always and forever grateful for donors like Nicole and Niece Amy Lyn, for Dr. Porter and all those who dedicate their lives to helping blood cancer patients have a better chance at survival.  We pray for a cure for all blood cancers one day.

Another Life Saved!

Niece Amy Lyn texted me on the anniversary of her bone marrow donation.  I had been thinking about her and her recipient and wondered, like Amy Lyn, whether we would ever learn the identity of the young girl.  We were pretty sure that she survived her transplant because the transplant center would notify Amy if she hadn’t – and only if she hadn’t.  No news is good news.

Amy seemed a little nervous and hopeful as she began the process of granting permission to share her contact information.  Within a short time (especially compared to our almost 2-year wait) she had an email from Ashley, the mother of her recipient, 13-year-old Lesley.  Amy shared that first email with me because she knows that we are enjoying seeing the process from the donor side.  Ashley says that she and Lesley prayed for Amy, just as we prayed for Nicole before we knew her name.  And she reports that "Lesley made it."  We're so glad!  

We remembered those first contacts with Jeff’s donor, Nicole.  It really is very exciting.  The gift of life can now be acknowledged without a go-between although you don’t feel that you can ever adequately express the gratitude you feel.  Nicole tells us that Jeff’s health – and him living his life - is thanks enough.

Granddaughter Penny likes to list everyone’s injuries, including her own bumps and bruises.  “Remember when I fell down your steps…  Remember when you fell and broke your nose…  Remember when Grandpop’s foot was hurt…”   Perhaps she is a future medical professional.  I wonder what she will make of Grandpop’s blood being produced by Nicole’s marrow.  Her current medical knowledge is in the range of what cartoon character Doc McStuffins could explain using dolls and stuffed animals.  The little book Jeff and I wrote for Nicole’s children, The Butterfly and the Carpenter Bee, is useful to show that a far-away stranger can save a life.  Bone marrow transplant is a miracle.  We look forward to helping Penny and her sisters understand more about that most precious gift of life.

Jeff’s latest labs were good.  I like to tell him, “Your BUN looks good, hon.” That is what the kidney specialist tells him (She doesn’t call him “hon”, of course.).  He sees a lot of doctors but no big challenges have arisen recently.  All good.

Come Back in Six Months

“What did the doctor say about your foot?" I asked.

“I didn’t ask him about my foot.”

“Why not!  It has really been bothering you!”  

“I was at the eye doctor’s,” Jeff reminded me.
 
We had a good laugh about that.  My confusion was an indication of the number of doctor visits and procedures he had this summer: eyes, each foot on different days, each leg on different days with follow-up visits for each, kidneys, teeth, skin…  Jeff was especially eager to have his legs and feet fixed so he could enjoy our trip to Germany.  Which he did!

Some people visit Germany for Oktoberfest and journal the beers they consume - either quantity or variety.  Jeff did neither.  As Brother-in-law Mark phrases it, Jeff “licked” his way through Germany trying different flavors of eis (gelato).  In 16 days of touring, Jeff tried 20 different flavors.  Yes, that means he averaged more than one cone per day.  We had a wonderful time enjoying beautiful scenery, great food, good company, and each other. 

At one time - not so very long ago - the words “Come back in six months” would have seemed like a scary, daring experiment.  After eight years of regular oncology visits stretching no longer than four months in-between, Jeff was comfortable with Dr. Porter’s pronouncement.  He told Dr. Porter and Nurse Heather, “I’m going to miss you.”  He knows – and I do, too – six months is alright!

Golden Cracks and the Seven Year Mark

There are some things in life that should be celebrated when our tendency is to complain.  For example, a crying baby in church is a good thing.

When a piece of new furniture is dinged or scratched, no worries.  Its patina has begun to hold the story of its owners.  Jeff built bunk beds and a chest of drawers for Son Kerry when he was about six years old.  It has held memories of Kerry and his three best friends from the day they got it in their heads to scratch their names in the brand-new bed.  We might have gotten angry at the time but we decided it was pretty funny.  Those boys are never to be forgotten.

Friend Jennifer has taught us this lemons-to-lemonade lesson in a few ways.  Where others might grouse and complain to the bakery if a name is misspelled on a cake (“Kenny” for “Kerry” or “Just put Jenny”…), Jennifer laughs and adds it to her list of funny mishaps.  Her family also celebrates their lack of musical abilities at every birthday party by singing in ridiculous pretend-opera voices at high level and with great emotion.

Our pastor recently mentioned the centuries-old Japanese art form Kintsugi  in a sermon.  When a ceramic piece is cracked, the crack is filled with lacquer and dusted with gold.  The crack is not masked at all but is accentuated, celebrating the history of the piece.  As Pastor Lisa spoke about beautiful imperfection and golden cracks, my thoughts went beyond our spiritual flaws and on to physical ones as well:  broken bodies and the golden crack-fillers who donate their bone marrow.  

According to this website https://mymodernmet.com/kintsugi-kintsukuroi/, the Japanese philosophies behind Kintsugi are wabi-sabi (seeing beauty in the imperfect), mottainai (regret for something wasted) and mushin (acceptance of change).  These philosophies brought to mind our family’s cancer journey, the unexpected joys that we have experienced as a result of Jeff’s flawed chromosomes, the extreme measures taken by medical professionals to prevent wasting a life, and the acceptance that life will never be the same.  I thought, too, of how I once only pitied people who were bald from chemo and how I have come to see them as beautiful – perhaps temporarily weak with cracks but strong, too, beautiful in their ability to endure the indignities of treatment.

Jeff’s “gold” runs through his veins and is, perhaps, not visible to all but lovely just the same, being made continuously by marrow donated by the lovely Nicole.  The list of golden crack-fillers who touch our circle of family and friends is expanding.  Niece Amy Lyn told us that one of her coworkers who’d registered with Be the Match got a call that he is a potential match!  And at the Be the Match Walk/Run in April we saw my coworker, Sophia, whose daughter donated marrow on the same day that Amy Lyn donated!

It has been awhile since we blogged, so here is an update on Jeff’s health:

Jeff marked the 7th anniversary of his bone marrow transplant on May 27th.  His hematology oncologist and kidney doc are both very happy and so, then, are we.
 
The dermatologist froze spots on his face and arm and biopsied a spot on his leg.  We are awaiting results without too much concern about it.

A varicose vein in his right leg was sealed off – a procedure done by the vein specialist while an ultrasound technician acted as back-seat driver, “Go left…  go around the bend…”   The left leg will be done in August.  With luck, this will alleviate some of the leg cramps that regularly interrupt Jeff’s sleep (and occasionally mine, too, when he inhales quickly and leaps to his feet).

Jeff teased that I would have to return to an active role as caregiver for the weekend following the vein procedure.  I was happy to perform the role, especially since this time it was light duty and because he asked with his usual charm and wit.  We continue to draw on the lessons we learned from Jeff’s cancer experience as we face other of life’s challenges.  Keep at it and keep on laughing!

Healthiest Guy on the Floor

By now Niece Amy Lyn’s marrow is making blood for her recipient.  We don’t know who she is or where she lives but we hope her family is watching her recover and that they can see the potential for a healthy future for their little girl.

Amy Lyn has recently learned that the rules around donor/recipient communication have changed.  She will not get updates on her recipient and will only hear something if her recipient does not survive.  No news is good news.  She may still request to have her contact information shared with her recipient on the one-year anniversary of the donation/transplant.  She will learn the identity of her recipient only if both parties want to make contact.

We like the Nicole-Jeff-Amy Lyn story and so does Dr. Porter.  He told Jeff he was going to tell someone about it and to expect a call.  Intriguing! 

This week at Jeff’s oncology check-up at Penn’s Perelman Center, his blood work was all good!  He had the second highest hemoglobin level since his transplant.  In fact, Dr. Porter said that Jeff was “by far the healthiest person on this floor today”.  This was after three months off of the immunosuppressant.  You may recall that Jeff and I had our doubts that it could be done and that Dr. Porter was persistent in his attempts to wean Jeff off completely.  Wow.  Dr. Porter wants to see Jeff in three months and that’s okay.  There is less worry when we know he is monitored regularly.

Other good news:  On a trip to Florida, our friend Kathy – host to a regular stream of visiting friends – was unable to remember the sites she showed us when we visited last year.  I mentioned a couple of places but Jeff began to recite everything – everything! – we did last year, including the restaurants!  It seems his faulty memory for places applies only to those we visited before his transplant.

Jeff and I have had a couple of good conversations lately.  Don’t judge; one of them was If-you-die-before-me.  The conversation was prompted by a request for Jeff’s help by the Living with Loss group at Gilda’s Club.  The women want to know what things they need to regularly check in their homes and they are hoping he can teach them some simple repairs.  They’d made a list which Gilda’s Director Beth shared with Jeff after yoga.  We saw the women filing out of their meeting as we were leaving yoga and I thought, “There but for the grace of God…”  Jeff, too, thought about surviving his spouse and wondered…

In the car on the way home we wondered about this together.  I have no sense at all that Jeff will precede me in death – an interesting realization.  I no longer rehearse in my head how I would handle situations without Jeff around to help.  (When did that change?)  Each of us speculated whether we would become more introverted or more extroverted as the surviving spouse.  We came to no conclusions and did not spend a lot of time on the question.

Another topic of conversation was the fear of recurrence of disease and how that has changed for each of us.  Jeff confessed his fear of a secondary cancer – most recently, if he hiccups!  Instead of thinking How-annoying-are-these-hiccups, he thinks I-wonder-if-I-have-stomach-cancer!  I, on the other hand, feel more and more as if we can expect his survival to be very long-term.  During treatment, transplant and recovery, Jeff seldom worried yet now he thinks, “What next?”   A bit of role reversal, it seems.  This fits with our marriage/parenting philosophy:  we can withstand anything in our marriage, anything as parents so long as we don’t freak-out simultaneously.

Jeff gets by with fewer naps these days due to a busy work schedule and his two days a week with our adorable granddaughters.  He does, however, go to bed early and sleeps soundly.  He is tolerating his many visits to doctors without too much grumbling – perhaps made easier by good reports (even his pee is purported to be “cleaner” than his doctor’s).  There are a couple of upcoming treatments for relatively minor issues and he seems to be accepting those like a “professional patient” should.

We are grateful and hopeful and always, always marveling at the miracle of bone marrow transplantation.

The Best Christmas Present Ever

Donor Amy Lyn (in festive sweater) with her fiance Rylan, her Uncle Jeff (6-year BMT survivor) and her mother, Judy

Niece Amy Lyn describes the opportunity to donate bone marrow as “the best Christmas present ever!”  It certainly is the best gift that is humanly possible to give.  Many of us on the donor side are praying for a little girl we’ve never met but who will, hopefully, have our familial blood flowing through her veins within a month - when Amy’s marrow begins producing blood in the little girl’s body. 

Leading up to donation day, we prayed Amy would stay healthy and safe, just as we prayed for Jeff’s donor leading up to his bone marrow transplant.  We know that on the recipient side there is a fair amount of anxiety that something will prevent the transplant from happening.  Amy did what she could to stay healthy, working from home as much as possible and taking vitamins.

On the eve of Amy’s donation, Uncle Jeff texted her, “Have a marrow nice day tomorrow!”  And the Nurse Coordinator texted her to say that the patient was ready to receive her marrow and was “at the point of no return”.  The reminder that the situation was dire made Amy nervous, “Just wrap me in bubble wrap!”

The collection center was in Philadelphia and Amy was accompanied there by her mother (my sister Judy) and her fiancé, Rylan.  They were treated like VIPs at the hospital - beginning with the parking valet who knew what Amy was there to do and continuing with Amy’s nurse and the team who harvested her marrow.

Judy noticed that Amy relaxed once she was at the hospital being prepped.  Marrow donors need family support and, no matter how willingly given, it doesn’t come without a bit of anxiety.  The mother of Jeff’s donor told me she was very nervous about Nicole’s donation because she’d given birth less than a year before.  Yet she supported Nicole’s decision to donate bone marrow to a man she had never met.

During Amy’s procedure, Judy and Rylan sat in a waiting room together.  When the collection was finished, the entire team of about five doctors and nurses came to the waiting room to report that Amy was awake and doing well.  Rylan noticed one member of the team holding the precious cooler-full of marrow and asked, “Shouldn’t you be on a train or plane?”  The doctor said some other things, the team left, and Judy and Rylan realized neither one of them heard anything past “Amy is awake and doing well.”  Mr. G, a stranger who happened to be sitting nearby and not emotionally attached to the situation, heard everything the doctor said and was able to fill in the blanks for Judy and Rylan. 

If you are the squeamish sort, you may want to skip to the last paragraph.  We sometimes forget that “transplant talk” is not normal for most people.  It is still a relatively rare medical procedure and transplants using actual marrow – rather than stem cells – is rarer still (30% of bone marrow transplants).

During the three-hour procedure under anesthesia, Amy was infused with her own blood (drawn a couple of weeks ago for this purpose).  While in recovery, she had a reaction to the pain medication and vomited.  She was given anti-nausea and pain meds through her IV and was kept overnight at the hospital to monitor her blood counts and change her dressings in the morning.

Two liters of marrow were collected via six holes in her hips (130+ extractions - only small bits could be collected each time so as not to dilute the marrow, she was told).  Amy had no concept of what two liters of marrow looked like so I sent her a picture of Uncle Jeff’s (well, Nicole’s) two liters of marrow.  I told her how worried I was that the hole to hang it on the IV pole would stretch too far and break - even though Jeff’s nurse said that never happens.

The day after donation Amy was doing well but was bothered by numbness in her left hand which rendered it almost useless.  We speculated that her hand was pinched underneath her or hanging off the table.  Full use was restored within a couple of days.  I suggested Amy alert the doc so future donors could be positioned to prevent this from happening.  The Nurse Coordinator asked a lot of questions about her hand so Amy felt the issue would be addressed.  In addition to the follow-up phone call from the Nurse Coordinator, the anesthesiologist called to check on Amy.  They treated her like the VIP she is!

Nicole offered Amy this post-donation advice:  eat lots of iron-rich foods.  Nicole enjoyed a bloody steak the night of her donation because “the body knows what it needs”.  Amy was prescribed iron and folic acid for a month.  “Oh, that is smart!” Nicole says. 

On Christmas day (Day Zero plus 4) Amy looked tired, moved a little gingerly due to her sore hips, but she glowed!  (Hmmm, is that a halo?)  We’d texted a lot during the last few days and seeing her, hugging her, brought tears to my eyes.  Her family pampered her as warranted and maybe a bit more than was necessary.

Amy will get brief reports about her recipient’s recovery periodically.  She wrote to her recipient and hopes to hear something from her or her family although she understands that they may be overwhelmed right now.  Even if she doesn’t hear from them soon – or at all - I know they are thinking of Amy and are in total awe of her gift, the best Christmas present ever!  

Happy, Happy, Joy, Joy!

Big News:  Niece Amy Lyn swabbed with Be the Match Bone Marrow Registry when her Uncle Jeff was diagnosed seven years ago.  She requested a swab kit online and waited, like many other eager potential donors.  Unlike most on the registry who are never called, Amy Lyn is needed!  She is scheduled to donate marrow for a little girl with a blood cancer.  We are so proud of her and happy she can help another recipient family.  It brings tears to my eyes whenever I think of it.

It is fascinating to hear about the process from the donor side, in real time.  (Nicole has told us a lot about her experience but, of course, we didn’t meet her until a year and a half after Jeff’s transplant.)  After Amy Lyn completed an online health questionnaire, answered questions about Zika exposure, and completed screening blood work, she was told she would be notified within 60 days if she was selected.  A week later she learned she is The Golden One!  The donation is scheduled for December.  She will have a pint of her blood drawn in a couple of weeks to have on hand – in case she needs replenishing after her donation later in the month.  Amy Lyn is a nurse who is, oddly, squeamish about needles.  Uncle Jeff assures her, “You can get over that.”  Stay tuned for more on Amy Lyn’s adventures in marrow donation.

 

Jeff’s doctor visits have all been pretty good.  At hematology/oncology, his hemoglobin was 14.5.  This is well within the normal range and about as high as his gets.  Dr. Porter persistently tries to get Jeff off of the immunosuppressant.  I call it The Great Experiment That Always Fails.  Blood work within a month will tell whether he can safely stay off of Mycophenolate or if he will have to go back on it (at a higher dosage than he’d been taking). 

The vein specialist prescribed compression stockings for both of his legs - instead of just one - to be worn “always”.  So we’ll buy a few more.  (Do they come in pairs?)  January will be another “doctor month” or more accurately, “lab and doctor month”. 

   

Prayers are needed for Amy Lyn, her recipient and the recipient family.  May that little girl and her parents feel the love of all of the folks on the donor side who are hoping Amy Lyn’s marrow performs miracles.