Stanford update
So, I've been sitting on some news for a while:
the scans are clear -- Nocardia is gone, as is the lymphoma.
This means the Stanford marrow regimen is back on track.
Which means, really, a couple of weeks for the marrow results before the course of action is decided.
A strange physical symbolism in this trip:
We walked to a musuem in the interval between procedures.
Some images:
The walk through towering green bamboo stalks.
The deep browns of a Himba leather headdress to match marrow blood that, earlier, gushed on the wool of sweater.
http://www.dailycolonial.com/art/2004/11/9/a2.jpg
How the Himba pounded pellets of iron into necklaces resembling freshwater pearl jewelry.
The Butterfield horse sculptures awakened a sort of ancestral awareness of the horse-skin talismans of my ancestors.
(Deborah Butterfield builds the sculptures in driftwood, then turns them to bronze in a sort of lost-wax casting. The effect is elemental.)
http://americanart.si.edu/images/scan/scan.woodenhorse_1b.jpg
http://www.bluffton.edu/~sullivanm/minnesota/minneapolis/walkersc/098.jpg
These primal, earthy encounters stark against the Nexus Cafe nestled in the ultramodern glass-and-steel research facility.
And at the entrance to this musuem...
...Rodin's Gates of Hell.
Liz was noting the juxtaposition of the beauty of the medical campus, against the pain of the people seeking the place.
Indeed, indeed.
An entry that makes not a lot of sense, I know.
the scans are clear -- Nocardia is gone, as is the lymphoma.
This means the Stanford marrow regimen is back on track.
Which means, really, a couple of weeks for the marrow results before the course of action is decided.
A strange physical symbolism in this trip:
We walked to a musuem in the interval between procedures.
Some images:
The walk through towering green bamboo stalks.
The deep browns of a Himba leather headdress to match marrow blood that, earlier, gushed on the wool of sweater.
http://www.dailycolonial.com/art/2004/11/9/a2.jpg
How the Himba pounded pellets of iron into necklaces resembling freshwater pearl jewelry.
The Butterfield horse sculptures awakened a sort of ancestral awareness of the horse-skin talismans of my ancestors.
(Deborah Butterfield builds the sculptures in driftwood, then turns them to bronze in a sort of lost-wax casting. The effect is elemental.)
http://americanart.si.edu/images/scan/scan.woodenhorse_1b.jpg
http://www.bluffton.edu/~sullivanm/minnesota/minneapolis/walkersc/098.jpg
These primal, earthy encounters stark against the Nexus Cafe nestled in the ultramodern glass-and-steel research facility.
And at the entrance to this musuem...
...Rodin's Gates of Hell.
Liz was noting the juxtaposition of the beauty of the medical campus, against the pain of the people seeking the place.
Indeed, indeed.
An entry that makes not a lot of sense, I know.