Friday, June 4, 2010

Looking for Count Zero

Today marks day 39. This is the day count 'after transplant'.
So far, I'm doing great, or so I'm told by the nurses and doctors in charge of my well-being. Today i will receive the test results of the 30 day bone marrow biopsy. Allegedly. My pelvic bone still feels a tad bruised from last Friday's perferation procedure, but I'm at least able to move around without discomfort, until I lapse back into my slouch mode and throw myself onto the couch, car seat or bed without concern. Only then am I reminded of the holes punched into my bone last week. But today, today I am looking forward to hearing the doctor inform me that no Leukemia was found in the marrow pulled. Which will give me a 60 day reprieve until my next biopsy.
Hoo-Ray!
Maybe I can get more answers today as well, to such questions as: When can I enjoy a cold adult beverage? How long before I can attend an event with a large crowd? When will I be able to fly? When will I be able to return to work?
It seems sort of cruel that I am forced to take the summer off, yet cannot go to baseball games or drink beer. Two of my favorite summertime activities! I feel as if I am grounded and house arrest all at the same time. Stupid cancer. I don't even feel sick! Do I look sick to you?


I suppose that is part of my issues, I've never confronted my own mortality, even in the face of this disease. I've never felt as if I was going to die, never felt as if I needed to live life any fuller than I had been living. I am forced to slow down, though and slowing down was never, ever my thing. I can't handle moderation! I have a hard time with this retirement pace and I find my creative outlets aren't very creative when I've nothing to rest from. Too much rest makes me ornery and feisty. Okay, MORE feisty.
It may be time to start hitting the weights and wearing myself out in a far more physical manner, time to start pushing my body back into shape, if only just to get rid of these restless feelings. The problem is, weight lifting is boring, Sidney. Maybe i'll start bench pressing the dog. That ought to make things at least squirmier.
in the meantime, I will continue my mastery of urban fishing, golf and video-gaming until I scare off all would-be challengers. Thank goodness for online anonymity and gameplay so I can continue to eviscerate at will.
Today I'm not looking for a high score though. I'm looking for Count Zero, and a few answers.

UPDATE!!:
The results are back from the biopsy and I was told that there is no sign of Leukemia and I'm on the superstar healing program. I'm to remain in boredom land and refrain from most of the good summertime activities, as whined about above, and to remember, no swimming for a year, no yard work and stay away from the children under the age of 16. Those sick buggers.

8 comments:

  1. Proof in mind over matter....great news!

    You know who you look like in that pic (other than a vision of health??) The bad guy from Roger Rabbit...played by Christopher Lloyd. All in the hair. Take care and promise not to bring our sick buggers around. Jamie

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  2. Uh-may-zing. That's what you are.

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  3. HOoRAY for Cancer kickers everywhere!!!
    Supa-dupa-may-zing!

    Keep it up Speedway!:)
    P.s Beer is brewed and enjoyed year round-hee hee haw haw-plus it's all about the post season GO CUBS

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  4. Looking Sharp!

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  5. Hey Mark, we are Cubs Fans after all! Don't we say.. "There's always next year!!" Plenty-o-time for all that life has to dish out, just keep getting those ZERO'S!!! :)

    Kristy

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  6. Just wanted to wish Mark a speedy recovery from and Coach Ron Patrick and all the Hickory Hills baseball players!!!!

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  7. This made my day!!! Congratulations Mark!! xoxo

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