So now what?

End of Part 1

Today was Memorial Day, just one of many days in the US when you can buy cheap furniture and other stuff.  We usually go to an outdoor concert of patriotic and other music but we decided to stay home today as I go to cancer care tomorrow to provide a load of samples.  Among those will be a 24 hour urine collection and I really didn't fancy wandering around Pack Place with a bright orange gallon urine sample bottle.  I haven't quite filled it, not that this was part of the challenge.
Tomorrow will be 3 months, give or take a day or two, since I found out I have multiple myeloma and the folks at Cancer Care will take an armful of blood to go with the urine to find out how I'm doing.
I'm not sure what all the options are after that - either another 3 months the same as the last 3 (which wasn't too bad except for the month with the hefty doses of steroids which had me alternately hyperactive and zomboid), or the good news that I'm all better now (which I don't expect) or that it is time to move on to something more serious like a stem cell transplant where they take my stem cells and after a while doing something magical to them, give them back to me.  I will know the test results and what's going to happen on Friday when I meet with Dr Mike once more.  At least I get to go without having a needle stuck in my gut this week.  (It's not all that bad - I can barely feel it - but I'm still not wild about it.
My energy levels are still way higher than they have been for ages: I've spent the long weekend messing around in the garden (ripping out vines of various kinds), tending to the milkweed seedlings for the monarchs (the whole lot wouldn't feed a hungry caterpillar), barbecuing and clearing out our "big store room" which was where we had shoved everything after our flood earlier this year.
Work at school ends for Sam on Wednesday and for me 8 days after that.  I'm moving to another building and really need to talk to someone about the furniture I'm going to have.  I won't be sorry to get away from the horrible shaky tables in the main school building.  The furniture in the new room is built for 10 year olds so something different is definitely needed.  I'd also like to get my robotics gear ordered for next year before the end of next week but I don't think that's going to happen.
OK - time for one last pee in the bottle (probably have another couple during the night) and off to beddybyes, leaving Sam figuring out how the new cable TV system works.


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