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Day +11: I’m Brave? I’m a hero?

I’ve read it from many of my Facebook friends. “You are incredibly brave.” “You are a hero.” The thing is, I don’t feel like a hero, super or otherwise. Nor do I feel particularly brave. Yes, I’m doing something that … Continue reading

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D-15: Life’s a Whirlwind

Whew! Life since last Tuesday has been a whirlwind of activity or trying to catch enough energy to enter the fray again. I have had time to write; I haven’t had the energy. It’s not that I have forgotten all … Continue reading

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T- 34: Challenges

When a person reads that I am going to have a Stem Cell Transplant (SCT), they immediately think about the challenges facing me during the transplant process. Indeed, the process will be a test or more precisely, a series of … Continue reading

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T-77: Planning and Doing

Yes, that is the countdown to my stem cell transplant. But that is only half the story. It is T-62 to the day we must be packed and ready for the drive to Houston. Someone asked me why we were … Continue reading

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What’s New, Pussycat?

It’s been a while since I wrote a “health” post, mostly because nothing much is happening. When I first decided to write this blog, I expected a flurry of interesting activities. That didn’t happen … at least not yet. Instead, … Continue reading

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Like a Ping Pong Ball

Sometimes I feel like a ping pong ball. Just when I think my direction is fixed, and I know where I am going, something happens that sends me in another direction, Just like a ping pong ball, my emotions feel … Continue reading

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Red Light. Green Light.

It usually happened on one of those warm summer evenings. The parents would be sitting on the Fathauer’s porch. We kids would be playing in the yard in front of them. Eventually, just before sundown, someone would suggest a game. … Continue reading

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