Familial updatery.
Guess what, my friends? August 14 is coming up fast -- the one-year anniversary of Mama's stem cell transplant. Which means that in roughly three weeks, Miss Ellie will be officially released from all post-transplant care. Just a formality, really, seeing as at her last checkup with her oncologist a few weeks ago, all reports confirmed that the procedure worked (she's in full remission) and her immune system has rebuilt itself and is purring like a kitten.
And she never had a setback along the way. Not one. (Pssst... she's an alien, I tell ya. Area 51...) We're finally at the end of that long, hard, winding road. We do agree, however, that we miss going out in surgical masks and floppy hats and having people follow to see if we were celebrities. Ha.
The Titanium Man is also doing quite well -- no setbacks with either his heart or his head (no more tumors except the benign one on his pituitary). All motor skills have returned. His sense of humor, which stays fully intact no matter what, has revved up even higher, if one can believe that. It's impossible to get in and out of that house without him playing some trick and me threatening to lay the smackdown on him. *sigh* That's my daddy. :)
Oh... and this past May, we celebrated their 53rd wedding anniversary. (Yes, in their mid-70s they still make lovey-dovey eyes and have ridiculous spats just so they can make up. It's hilarious.)
Thanks, peeps, for letting me air my familial laundry and sob on your shoulders every once in a while on this WRITING blog without uttering a word of complaint. Thanks for caring the way you do. 2010 hasn't been a half bad year, huh?
And she never had a setback along the way. Not one. (Pssst... she's an alien, I tell ya. Area 51...) We're finally at the end of that long, hard, winding road. We do agree, however, that we miss going out in surgical masks and floppy hats and having people follow to see if we were celebrities. Ha.
The Titanium Man is also doing quite well -- no setbacks with either his heart or his head (no more tumors except the benign one on his pituitary). All motor skills have returned. His sense of humor, which stays fully intact no matter what, has revved up even higher, if one can believe that. It's impossible to get in and out of that house without him playing some trick and me threatening to lay the smackdown on him. *sigh* That's my daddy. :)
Oh... and this past May, we celebrated their 53rd wedding anniversary. (Yes, in their mid-70s they still make lovey-dovey eyes and have ridiculous spats just so they can make up. It's hilarious.)
Thanks, peeps, for letting me air my familial laundry and sob on your shoulders every once in a while on this WRITING blog without uttering a word of complaint. Thanks for caring the way you do. 2010 hasn't been a half bad year, huh?