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Re: Grandchildren or Pets
I have one little pooch and a little two year old grandson, I adore both. My last and final transplant, an allo, was done on MLK day, I am counting down the days to when I can see them both. If things continue to go as well as they are now, I may cheat a little later on down the line. I'm certainly not going to compromise my health, I've gone through too much, I need to stay on the road to better health, not relapses or infections.
Re: Grandchildren or Pets
Trainier2020, hope you are doing ok with this transplant - if you had the auto before you pretty much know the routine (funny word - routine - because there's nothing routine about it!! ) Perhaps there are studies out there of those who have pets and those that do not.
Lori - I would love to be on your list for quilts!!!! For some reason I didn't do any of my crafts again until just a few weeks ago - when I felt like the roller coaster was sloweing down! And then it hit a bump - we think Rex got food poisoning (so even at 90 days - that's today!!! - still need to be careful).
Mary - I agree about the treatment options -- but I guess we can be thankful they are there - just wish we didn't have to make them.
Everyone take care -- sun is shining here - although chilly - and snow is melting - just in time for another round on Monday!!
Lori - I would love to be on your list for quilts!!!! For some reason I didn't do any of my crafts again until just a few weeks ago - when I felt like the roller coaster was sloweing down! And then it hit a bump - we think Rex got food poisoning (so even at 90 days - that's today!!! - still need to be careful).
Mary - I agree about the treatment options -- but I guess we can be thankful they are there - just wish we didn't have to make them.
Everyone take care -- sun is shining here - although chilly - and snow is melting - just in time for another round on Monday!!
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Kansas - Name: Rex
- Who do you know with myeloma?: self
- When were you/they diagnosed?: May 2010
- Age at diagnosis: 61
Re: Grandchildren or Pets
I suppose I'm an 'old fogan' from Downunder, but I have a grandson and two grandaughters.Another grandson is due next month.My grandson has been an inspiration how he is going to help the Drs get Poppy better.He loves to help in the garden (5 yrs now) and likes to do the 'blowering',safety glasses and ear muffs included.He is a beautiful sight and became very upset when he didn't help his dad and uncle as much as he would have liked.
I have a lovely brindle English Staffie named Kia.She makes me calm and happy all the time.Everyone loves Kia.
Keep soldiering on,
Burto
I have a lovely brindle English Staffie named Kia.She makes me calm and happy all the time.Everyone loves Kia.
Keep soldiering on,
Burto
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Burto - Name: John Burton
- Who do you know with myeloma?: Self
- When were you/they diagnosed?: June 2009
- Age at diagnosis: 63
Re: Grandchildren or Pets
GREAT DOG STORY
Anyone who has pets will really like this. You'll like it even if you don't and you may even decide you need one!
Mary and her husband Jim had a dog named 'Lucky.' Lucky was a real character.
Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing.
Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's other favorite toys.
Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.
It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer.
Something told her she was going to die of this disease....in fact, she was just sure it was fatal.
She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.
The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her...what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him.
The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.
The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable. Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom.
Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.
When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned! While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love.
Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every day.
It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free.
Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.
Remember....live every day to the fullest. Each minute is a blessing from God.
And never forget....the people who make a difference in our lives are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards.
They are the ones that care for us.
Anyone who has pets will really like this. You'll like it even if you don't and you may even decide you need one!
Mary and her husband Jim had a dog named 'Lucky.' Lucky was a real character.
Whenever Mary and Jim had company come for a weekend visit they would warn their friends to not leave their luggage open because Lucky would help himself to whatever struck his fancy. Inevitably, someone would forget and something would come up missing.
Mary or Jim would go to Lucky's toy box in the basement and there the treasure would be, amid all of Lucky's other favorite toys.
Lucky always stashed his finds in his toy box and he was very particular that his toys stay in the box.
It happened that Mary found out she had breast cancer.
Something told her she was going to die of this disease....in fact, she was just sure it was fatal.
She scheduled the double mastectomy, fear riding her shoulders.
The night before she was to go to the hospital she cuddled with Lucky. A thought struck her...what would happen to Lucky? Although the three-year-old dog liked Jim, he was Mary's dog through and through. If I die, Lucky will be abandoned, Mary thought. He won't understand that I didn't want to leave him.
The thought made her sadder than thinking of her own death.
The double mastectomy was harder on Mary than her doctors had anticipated and Mary was hospitalized for over two weeks. Jim took Lucky for his evening walk faithfully, but the little dog just drooped, whining and miserable. Finally the day came for Mary to leave the hospital. When she arrived home, Mary was so exhausted she couldn't even make it up the steps to her bedroom.
Jim made his wife comfortable on the couch and left her to nap Lucky stood watching Mary but he didn't come to her when she called. It made Mary sad but sleep soon overcame her and she dozed.
When Mary woke for a second she couldn't understand what was wrong. She couldn't move her head and her body felt heavy and hot. But panic soon gave way to laughter when Mary realized the problem. She was covered, literally blanketed, with every treasure Lucky owned! While she had slept, the sorrowing dog had made trip after trip to the basement bringing his beloved mistress all his favorite things in life. He had covered her with his love.
Mary forgot about dying. Instead she and Lucky began living again, walking further and further together every day.
It's been 12 years now and Mary is still cancer-free.
Lucky? He still steals treasures and stashes them in his toy box but Mary remains his greatest treasure.
Remember....live every day to the fullest. Each minute is a blessing from God.
And never forget....the people who make a difference in our lives are not the ones with the most credentials, the most money, or the most awards.
They are the ones that care for us.
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Kansas - Name: Rex
- Who do you know with myeloma?: self
- When were you/they diagnosed?: May 2010
- Age at diagnosis: 61
Re: Grandchildren or Pets
We have two young daughters adopted from China starting when I turned 50. So in some way i got daughters and grand-daughters at the same time. They are 7 and 9 and I'm the luckiest blessed geezer I know.
I had to tell them I had cancer this week with the start of chemo. It was a gentle and loving family meeting but I've had better weeks.
I always theorized that because of my age that I would teach my children how to face death with dignity and courage. Now that that it is more real regardless of hopeful treatment I am finding reserves of real courage and compassion that I never knew I had. It is teaching me to love and nourish my trusty but battered frame. When Anna and Rosie giggle it is the chorus of angels now. When i hold Barb's hand there is no adequate way to express what that means.
I've always been a tough man but now I'm so much more as our strong backs fade and our love and spirit strengthens. This Myeloma thing isn't all bad and denial is not my friend.
It just seems bad news builds character and good news prepares us to survive bad news.
My private prayer and yearning is to go to two weddings, now that is a prognosis.
I had to tell them I had cancer this week with the start of chemo. It was a gentle and loving family meeting but I've had better weeks.
I always theorized that because of my age that I would teach my children how to face death with dignity and courage. Now that that it is more real regardless of hopeful treatment I am finding reserves of real courage and compassion that I never knew I had. It is teaching me to love and nourish my trusty but battered frame. When Anna and Rosie giggle it is the chorus of angels now. When i hold Barb's hand there is no adequate way to express what that means.
I've always been a tough man but now I'm so much more as our strong backs fade and our love and spirit strengthens. This Myeloma thing isn't all bad and denial is not my friend.
It just seems bad news builds character and good news prepares us to survive bad news.
My private prayer and yearning is to go to two weddings, now that is a prognosis.
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Canuck Bob - Name: Bob
- Who do you know with myeloma?: Myself
- When were you/they diagnosed?: Feb. 2011
- Age at diagnosis: 57
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