|Jerry's new look|
As for me, my neutrophil count, which needs to get to 500 for me to be released was at 40 this morning, up from 10 yesterday. My personal medical news is boring, but boring is good in the hospital.
Actually, it's kind of weird. I wake up each morning lately with a nurse putting the best possible spin on my blood counts. It appears the nurses are at least as excited as me about my blood counts going up (which is very heartwarming). After that, however, there's nothing medically. My next "exciting" issue will be at 3:30 or so tomorrow morning when they take my blood, and then when the nurse comes in to tell me about my counts sometime between 5 and 7 am. That will be followed by another 24-hour wait.
So it seems like a long boring stint, but it's really not boring. The last two mornings, Don has shown up with coffee and a newspaper. He's free to go to the cafeteria downstairs, which serves Starbucks coffee. He just automatically gets me one (which his insurance is paying for, but I don't think three 20 oz. coffees is going to constitute abuse).
But now Don's gone. They released him today, just 24 hours after his stem cell transplant.
I guess it's pretty easy when the stem cells are your own. No risk of rejection; no graft-versus-host disease.
He does have to stay in the Nashville area and come in regularly for the rest of the month, which is 3 weeks.
When I do mine, which won't be my own stem cells, I'll have to stick around for 100 days.
Jerry and I are planning how we can make sure we're both in for our consolidation rounds together, and maybe our transplants can happen at the same time, too.
A Weird Story
For whatever it's worth ...
This morning, Dr. Reddy told Jerry it would be no earlier than 1 pm before he got news on his biopsy. So my plan was to go over there about 1:15.
Lunch came right at 1:00, and my wife isn't here, so I flipped on the TV to see if NCIS was on. (Now you know I'm not really all that spiritual.) It was, but when I was done eating, I thought, "I really need to go see Jerry and find out his news."
Take this however you will, but I felt like God told me, "Sit yourself right down, relax, and watch this program till it's over. You need to relax some, too."
That's a convenient word from God, huh?
I did spend some time praying for Patrick Beard rather than watching the commercials, just in case you think there's any redemptive value in that. If you get a chance, you should follow that link I just gave you, and if your giving is not maxed out for good causes, Patrick's is a great cause--at least if you're a Christian because there's some excellent preaching going on in Ethiopia through them as well as the help they give for poverty-stricken families and for education.
Okay, sorry for that divergence.
Anyway, as soon as NCIS was over, I got up and went to Jerry's room, only to walk in while his wife and brother were still crying from the good news. He was vocally praising the Lord, which I somehow doubt was his habit prior to being in this hospital, and one phone call after another was happening passing on the news.
In other words, I walked in at the perfect time, right at the height of the celebration.
Every now and then, God speaks to me about little things--wait till NCIS is over--sometimes, I believe, for no other reason than to say, "I'm paying attention, I'm for you, and I care."
I'm not special or unique.