|Blowing in the wind, Wellfleet|
This all happened in a short period of time. The Cape Cod mini vacation ended Wednesday morning, when Katie and I drove to Logan Airport for her flight back to Minneapolis and I went straight to Dana-Farber for the light therapy treating my graft vs. host disease of the skin. But it was wonderful and restorative so I can't complain. Well, maybe a little because it was so short and when the planning and the thing itself is over, the inevitable letdown occurs. Think, First World Problem-itis.
|Race Point sunset|
I'm more useful for people who are having a hard time or who have relapsed, and I guess that's not what patients were looking for. But recently I got three.
If they ask directly for my story, I tell it to them, but if they don't, I gloss it over by saying a lot of stuff happened to me including relapse but Dana-Farber figured it out. I don't like to get into too many specifics because I understand the tendency for someone to think it might happen to them. On the positive side, of course, I'm alive and well so that is what I focus on.
I gave two tips to the patient the other day: During your year of dietary prohibitions, you can still eat fruit by cooking it up with lemon and cinnamon; technically called fruit compote but named fruit mush by my mother and me. I also told her that if she wanted eyebrows, she could order stencils on line.
I was pretty tired by the time I got to the Kraft Family Blood Donor Center, and I fell asleep almost as soon as the needle went in. A problem with going on vacation with my kids is that I always want to do one more thing on the day that we're leaving, while they consider it packing up day only.
So I got up super early Wednesday and did my one more thing, going to the Flying Fish for coffee and a muffin and then walking over Uncle Tim's Bridge and looking at the water.
When I woke up from my nap, on Wednesday, my nurse told me I was almost done. It was only 5 p.m. and not the usual 6:30, so I asked if she had done five cycles instead of the usual six. No, she said, it was the faster new machine. Some people are doing it even faster by getting a needle in each arm, but I couldn't tolerate it because my veins have been used so much that I need to alternate and rest one arm.
I didn't have to deal with any crazy drivers because the crazy driver was me. I didn't want to do any more driving in the same day so I stayed over at Margaret and Nick's for a nice dinner and got a fresh start the next day.