Total life forever – Foals
Here’s a strange place to be. In between. The short term reactions to the melphalan (all carefully documented – but I’ll spare you the tally) have worn off. Deep inside me things are changing. (Dying, I hope! Die, myeloma, die!). But I can’t feel any difference. There has to be a 24 hour gap twixt chemo and stem cells, so we are simply counting time. I feel stir crazy in my room. (This is in part because I’m sharing a room – bring on the day when I’m too weak and they have to isolate me.)
Go to work, boys! Recolonise my bones! Grow new marrow, and make me reborn. Stem cell transplantees often talk about having a new birthday (how regal). My SCT birthday will be 07/03. (An equivalent fraction of 14/06, by pleasing mathematical coincidence.)
But most importantly, I’m on the road to recovery. I’ve always loved travelling. I wonder what the potholes will be like, and if the bus has comfy seats?