Still rolling w/the "G" - no complaints today, about the "G" anyway. However, they seem to have made-up for seeing us early practically every appointment last week by starting the day off running 30 minutes late for the first appointment and winding-up our last appointment running 1 & 1/2 hours late just for it. GEEZ, that was a pain! We were there all day until 4PM. Martha met early with her line nurse Amber (who apparently is only Irish in March) but gorgeous all year long. She was not running late, in fact she saw Martha on demand. Some people are just too nice. That's Amber in the pic.
Some of you may not know that Martha has two birthdays, the REAL DAY - April 6th and the typo day that appears on her birth certificate - April 4th. We never got this fixed because two days difference is really no big deal. Usually patients consider their transplant day as their new birthday and some continue to celebrate that day as the years go by. It appears that Martha's TRANSPLANT DAY is scheduled for her birth certificate Birthday, April 4th. Is that BIZARRE or what? No one planned for this, it's just how the days flowed based on when she started taking the "G" drug; when she gets her stem-cells harvested; and when they finish the eight days of chemo on the transplant floor. Here's her schedule, and so far everything is right on track.
March 21: "G" Day 4
March 22 - 24: Harvesting Stem Cells
March 26: First Day Inpatient on the Transplant Floor
March 26 - April 2: CHEMO Daily
April 4: Stem Cell Transplant (birthday)
April to May: Inpatient Care & Recovery
Sometime in May: Outpatient Recovery in Memphis
Sometime before May 22: Hopefully going home for graduation!
We're hangin' in there, barely..... Martha informed me that I need to back-off and give her some space, so hell I don't know what to do. (I guess she wasn't wanting me to kiss her butt at the moment.) She also explained this to the clinical nurse who was briefing us on the expectations of being on the transplant floor. Which apparently is like being in some type of
2001 Space Odyssey existence. And of course that bitch totally agreed with Martha. So shit, I might as well just stock up on Calgon and Bonbons. Eat your hearts out, you working stiffs! Cause if Martha has it her way, I aint doing nothin' for two months except staying out of her way. Or could it be that spending all waking hours with the same person for eight solid days may make both people completely NUTS? Hmmmmm -Last night we both agreed that room 4023 here at the Grizzlies house may be the home of its first murder/suicide. Just kidding, don't call the Social Worker!
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