I'm sitting here... in a tiny waiting area, waiting for today's appointment to get started. What's going to happen? What will they say?
I've been in Tennessee since Sunday for my evaluation to see if mind and body are ready to proceed with my stem cell transplant. Last week, I revealed, my ratio was 6:1 and since I don't feel any worse I am speculating my cells have picked up the pace again and are ready to keep the good fight going.
I'm a little nervous though. My heart is beating fairly quickly and my breathing is elevated. The mild stress of those internal actions has caused a beat of exhaustion and an impatience for waiting. I'm sitting with what I hope is a pleasant expression on my face while listening to the busyness around me and the pitter patter, pitter patter...
In for vitals I go while wishing I'd finished the paperwork to change my name back. Personally I use Lloyd, but for all the serious stuff I have to use Wright. That's small compared to that sound...
Done with vitals and didn't have to get any blood drawn. That's a yippee moment.
Now here we wait for the doctor. One I don't think I've met. Oh, I wonder what he (she?) will say. I'll let you know as soon as I can.