heater problems, not a lot to say, DLI#1,DLI#2

Our heater died yesterday, right in time for the temperature outside to get to freezing.  Luckily we have the portable heater which got it more than warm here in the bedroom.  Monday we will call the heater repair people and get them out here.  We are fairly sure it’s a pilot light issue again which is around a 10 minute fix and runs about 100 bucks.  It’s just gonna be getting them out here that is gonna be the issue, we can’t be the only ones with heather issues, plus we have to leave at 3:30 for my 4pm blood test which can just cause problems with scheduling.


Yes, I didn’t post a new blog yesterday.   I didn’t and still don’t have a lot to say.


Right now I am hoping DLI #2 did wonderful things for my hemoglobin.  DLI#1 seems to have fixed my platelets.  And my hemoglobin only dropped .4 instead of .8 last blood test.  Miracles can happen.  Why can’t one happen for me?  I can picture it in my head, hemoglobin and platelets climbing.  That would be EPIC.


Still haven’t played Dungeons and Dragons with my Gang friends (I don’t count my night of confusion).  Again on Friday night I didn’t feel up to it.  I don’t know if I am ever going to feel good enough on a Friday night to play.  Sucks, I really do want to play, but Fridays normally are my bad days.  I guess we’ll just play it by ear and hope for a good feeling Friday.


Waiting to hear if Dr. Alkhateeb’s team have heard from my German donor to see if he is willing to donate more.  There is no reason he should say no, except by personal choice.  But the waiting to find out will cause me undo anxiety and more depression.  I hate to wait.


Speaking of depression, Dr. Eastin put my on Lexapro 5mg.  The littlest dose possible.  This is in hopes to break my depressive cycle that I have been in for a couple months.   We shall see, I haven’t been on it long enough to know yet.


Teresa is solid for Thanksgiving but I haven’t brought up Thanksgivingfest yet.  So, as it stands right now, we will be at Thanksgiving at my Mom’s place.  Thanksgivingfest is still up in the air.  I’ll ask her this week, the worst she can do is say No.


Author: Jeff Campbell

I am 49 year old guy, who beat blood cancer but is getting his butt kicked by bone marrow cancer. At this point it appears I am dying. Married and in love with the most wonderful woman in the world (27 years). She has stood by me thru a lot of crap and I love her so.

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