Getting my medical ducks in a row

Final visit to Wake Forest cancer centre before heading to NZ - they have planned a full day for me.  I got here nearly an hour early and have had an armful of blood sucked out of me pretty promptly.  The rest of my appointments are more precisely scheduled, though, so I think I am destined to sit here for a while.
I was surprised when we went to Farm Bureau insurance yesterday, expecting simply to sign some forms - they actually handed us a check for the damage to my car and, if all goes to plan with my man in Swannanoa, I should once again have my trusty Subaru back in more or less one piece, albeit as a "salvaged vehicle". I am going to leave the damaged bit in its damaged state so whoever gets it in the future will know what state it was in.  For this they write off a car?  No wonder the world's running out of resources.
Good news here at Wake Forest - not only do all my usual numbers look good but I now have "no detectable m-spike" which is really good.  I still need to guzzle Revlimid which isn't so good but not exactly a disaster.  They say I may need a second transplant in 5 years which, when you think about it, is also good news.  But now I am waiting for their double arm vaccine act - hard to describe exactly how little I love that.
While I am here I will be taking the short drive to High Point to pick up Sam for the Thanksgiving break.  I'll let him drive home.  Susan didn't come with me today as she is feeling rough


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