Biopsy blues

I went to Chapel Hill the other day and got poked and prodded, then anesthetized and stabbed; the bone marrow biopsy is not one of your more elegant procedures. We've been waiting several days for the results; in itself painful cruelty to the insult of the examination. As of yet I haven't thought beyond this commentary, but my apprehension is increasingly dreaded.

It's harder and harder to get up for the game, as they say, after getting beat up for so long scrimmaging with cancer and now GVH with its attendant side effects. None of us have the training for it, certainly not the endurance; no matter what attitude you come up with from one day to the next. Resignation I think. The realization I had today that I'm going to have to go through this re-enactment for the next 5 years...

I really don't have anything inspiring to say about that. Maybe when the results come back I'll be a better cheerleader.