We spend maybe two days in the London hospital, a repeat of my time in Lancaster. Mom works out the details behind the scenes while I continue to get some much needed rest. Antibiotics and platelets and blood transfusions have done wonders, and I'm feeling better than I have in weeks. A temporary salve, to be sure, but it feels good nonetheless, to not be sleeping for hours but still wake exhausted, to cough and sniffle and wipe blood from my gums. I know that these are temporary things, but I still don't have a good idea about what's required to make them go away permanently, don't have an accurate mental picture about how one treats leukemia.
All I care about, now, this last day I'll be in England -- I still haven't returned, thirteen years later -- is getting on that plane back home.
We love our doctors and sometimes they live so much in their own worlds that they really don't get it.
Your blog is awesome. Keep going. I started thinking about a blog when I was going through a really awful depression relapse last year about my life with chronic depression. But then, I couldn't get motivated to begin it :) How like us depressives!
My sister had Hodgekin's at 21 and has been in remission for 12 years...one "newly engineered" hip later, she is a new woman. Who sets off lots of alarms at airports. This kind of blogging is so important for communities of patients and survivors to hear your story. Thanks.