Now, about that March 17 date:
Let me start by stating that my husband, Todd is very smart. Annoyingly smart. We’re talking all A’s at Corona del Mar H.S., and only one with a “-” mark following it (he’s still quite pissed off about that). He had his choice of any school in the nation, but came to his senses and chose the University of Super Cool 🙂 But I digress. When Todd was figuring out my Day 100, he counted from my first day of chemo, not from the day of my transplant. Honest miscalculation, right? So, my official Day 100 is March 24. St. Paddy’s Day will start the one week countdown 🙂
For me, this day will probably not involve Irish Car Bombs, Kamikazes, Hop Skip and Go Nakeds, Half-Man Half-Wits (no offense, Todd), Hair of the Mongoose, Green Fairies, Black Martinis or Death in the Afternoons. This day marks a milestone as far as a lesser chance of developing Graft vs. Host Disease. On this day, Dr. F (loving his initial!) will determine which restrictions will be lifted or lightened, depending on how I am doing. Most bone marrow transplant patients go back to work after 6-9 months post transplant, although Robin Roberts jumped the gun AND was out pressing flesh with the masses in Times Square! Yikes!
Now I’m going to let you in on a fashion trend secret! For the summer of 2013, the must-have item is the surgical mask! All the beach bunnies in the know will be sporting them. They are flying off the shelves, so you better invest in yours NOW! I have been test marketing them on Emerald Bay Beach, and I’m getting a f-ing huge response! They’re great at fogging up your shades, too, so you can really go incognito. Come on, get your sh*t together and get your mask ~ summer is coming soon! Photo courtesy of Craig ‘The Kid’ Crawley.
Remember how I described the unreal activities my parents organized for my looooooong hospital stay? Each day, they drove to Duarte to see me and play this game, which was beautifully displayed on the wall of my bubble. The nurses and doctors were astounded. Well, I am now the new, proud owner of a bracelet, dripping with charms, each of which have a personal meaning to me. Among them are: a gymnastics girl (my sport of choice when I was a youngster), a crate of oranges (my family roots include 5 generations in the city of Orange, including my great-grandfather, who grew oranges and was manager of the packing house), a witch on a broomstick (I’m still terrified of the one from the Wizard of Oz – we’re talking serious psych issues), an arrow (the symbol of my beloved sorority Pi Phi), a dress form (I love to design clothes), a backpack (representing my mountain climbing expeditions), a passport (duh!), and a swimmer, a biker and a runner (for the triathlons I have done). I had to undergo rigorous guessing games, with a Dilaudid (heavy pain med)-demented brain, mind you, to earn each one of those little f-ers 🙂
Another part to this game was the numbering of the days I stayed in the hospital after my transplant. Each day I was presented with a silver number, and those numbers now make up my favorite necklace!
Today’s update from my visit to COH: all my counts are movin’ on up, just like George and Weezy 🙂