I was walking
back from HSU this morning, with a low rising sun behind me, and my elongated
shadow looked like an Alberto Giacometti sculpture.
I went into UW
Health for my interthecal chemotherapy yesterday and learned my spinal fluid
from the week before was negative for cancerous cell. We may be able to move forward with the CAR
T-cell therapy.
Dr. Pophali, who
will be taking paternity leave, has set up more IT chemotherapy for next
week. Followed by biweekly interthecal
chemotherapy, to ensure we keep it out of there.
In a few weeks we
will collect my T-cells, which will then go to a lab, for three to five weeks,
for manufacturing into chimera cells with a virus. They will then be introduced to me inpatient,
so they can attack the cancer cells.
I just might see
2022.
This is some
incredibly advanced Sci-Fi stuff. It is
like I am living an episode of Star Trek, except at the end of the episode I
really will be dead.
I received a
receipt for a returned check from Edward R. Hamilton, Booksellers. It appears that they were out of three of the
five titles I orders. My guess is they
have the Albrecht Durer and Frida Kahlo titles.
Frustrating.
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