Mother hen

With the second transplant now successfully behind us, Jimmy and I are trying hard not only to get him healthy again, but to establish more of a normal, non-medical mindset. It isn't easy. I'm still clucking and fussing over him like a mother hen.

He's doing great, but it's going to take time for him to regain strength and fitness. He tires very quickly, and is the thinnest he's been since college days. I got tickled this morning, hearing him describe himself to a friend on the telephone as an olive with toothpicks stuck in it for arms and legs. It's not quite THAT bad.

I've decided to take a sabbatical from the blog: I'll periodically update it, so check it every week or two. If there are any pertinent developments, I'll post them. Also, the 100 Day tests come in mid-August, and that's when we'll know where we are with the cancer.

Jimmy has so many friends, and their love and prayers for him have helped us stay afloat through this awful time; I'm glad this information conduit is available so that everyone could be involved in our journey. And writing it has helped to keep me sane, so thanks for listening.