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20 April 1999:
After calming down a bit, yesterday's rant seems a bit overblown. Oh well. What a fun roller-coaster this is. Now comes the effort to patch up the rift. Again. 'Cause I certainly need their help.
Got my schedule for the bone marrow transplant yesterday.
May
Kirklin appt.
PFT 2:00pm
MUGA 12:30
Labs, Chest Xray, and EKG
12:00 BMT Unit
Final evaluation,
Discuss Tests,
Sign Consent,
Tour and Teaching
11:30 BMT Unit
Hickman Class,
1:30 Surgery consult,
then Pre-admitting
7:00 One Day Services for Cathether Placement
(gonna have two beer taps in my chest!)
9:00 BMT Unit for Possible Hospital Admission
Bring Two (2) NEW Pillows
Day -12
Begin Chemotherapy Early A.M.
Day -11
Chemo
Chemo
Chemo
Chemo
Chemo
Chemo
June
Chemo
Chemo
Chemo
Chemo
TRANSPLANT DAY
Talked to my boss, John, this morning. He told me that Dogwood will continue to pay me a nominal salary, enough to keep my insurance going. He also assured me that I will have a job when I return (although it had never even been hinted that this would not be the case, I was unreasonably terrified of even bringing the subject up), and that if I want to, he will send me work to do while I'm in Birmingham.
I want to. This removal from my job is complelely involuntary, and I am dreading the time spent away from my work and my co-workers. Truly, six months away is not that long, and the last six months have certainly fled by quickly... but they have also been filled, filled with experiences that I will miss in this case.
Of course, I'm gonna be having lots of other interesting new experiences, but somehow I don't think that discovering just how much chemo it takes to make my eyebrows fall out will be as much fun as, oh say, installing OS X on my G3 or networking my five other Macs and getting that ancient LaserWriter Plus online. Dammit. Oh well.
Big breath.
Here we go, chilluns. Praise the Lord and pass the ammo.