Tommorow Pat and I shall fly down to Houston, or what is left of it after Ike, to register at the MD Anderson Cancer Hospital. I have no idea what their plans are, as far as this body is concerned, but hopefully it will be beneficial. You know you are in the health care system when you receive a bill from a hospital even before being seen. Actually, it was a bill for a review of a May 08 bone marrow biopsy. The key question is whether I am still in the benign indolent pain in the ass stage of a myeloproliferative disorder, or whether I have morphed into a more aggressive type which carries with it early mortality. I kind of would like to know the answer to that question. In the case of the latter, so many nightclubs and so little time.
Given that there is no "cure" for what ails me, I am hoping for an investigational treatment which improves my quality of life. Have you ever tried to dance until 3 AM with a sore tummy?Believe me, it is not easy. Who am I kidding. I haven't seen 3 AM since I was dragged out, as a medical intern, to remove an impaction.
Anyway, I am feeling about the same - lousy, but I keep smiling. I shall keep you informed of my progress or lack of same, just as soon as I know something.
Wish me luck.
JLK
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