A Bad Two Weeks
I had made the mistake of checking the internet in the intervening weeks, and had pretty much convinced myself I'd be dead by summer, so the visit was actually quite good. He's very optimistic. He's still talking cure. The only thing between me and that cure is a stem cell transplant and high dose chemo.
So I have officially prepared. I made Bob buy me an iPod. I figure if I'm going to have to spend some time in isolation, I might as well be entertained.
I have to have a biopsy in a week or two, and a bunch of exams, and then in March I'll start an abbreviated course of chemo. Then I'll probably have the transplant in April (it uses my own stem cells from my own blood stream.)
I'd post more now but I'm going to play with my iPod first.