and he disregards the rest.
When I had my transplant, I had that simon & garfunkel song in my head (an earbug?) so much that I downloaded it. It did not bring me comfort--at all. Now when it plays through my mind, I think about the words peppered in about car-t which would NOT be called official by any one, but have been said by the "experts." Words like "success" and "cure." I hear them and disregard the rest.
Did you come for a health update? I had a CT scan last week. How can they keep saying things are getting better? If you are here, then you probably understand this lingo so I will give you specifics. You know a normal lymph node is about 1-1.5cm. Sometimes it depends on the radiologist and how meticulous they want to be, or so I'm told. I had a string of lymph nodes that were kind of "matted" together a few years ago. Evidently the sizes are either the same, or in one case, I went from a 1.4x1 to 1.2x1.
It could be that mashed potatoes taste a little more delicious or that the Cowboys are beating the Redskins. My turkey kind of tastes like it was cooked at McDonalds, no flavor and questionable, but I'm here and I feel fantastic. I have seven client sessions to edit this weekend, I'm afraid to leave the house to have lunch with my friends from out of town (see Howard Hughes level germ-o-phobe referenced earlier) on this black Friday weekend but I'm here and I'm doing it.
I finally caved & deleted some blog posts because I could NOT shake those Russian spam emails. Bad news, they found me again. Maybe I should be flattered, but I'll keep ignoring them, because in GOOD news, glorious thankful news, I've had 4 more CART19 patients find me because of this little blog. In your face scammers! Seriously though, if someone wants to hook me up to go on Harry Connick Jr's new show before it gets canceled, I'll drag Dr's Maloney & Turtle with me. Hint Hint!
Happy Thanksgiving everyone. Don't give up hope.