Wed, Aug 8 – Sat, Aug 11

Well, it’s been a while.  LOTS has transpired.

I know I’m not supposed to add all this stuff at once.  That’s the purpose of a daily journal, but I haven’t felt like writing.  So sue me.

Lots of us shaved our heads at the same time.  At first it was emotional, then it wasn’t. Hair, schmair…



I’ve been all over the map about how I feel–up, down, crosswise, and everywhere in between.  The emotional roller coaster has been as dramatic as the physical one, if not more so.

The bond between our group members and their caregivers is palpable.


We have been so blessed to fall in love with each other!  We not only sit on the roof terrace, we eat together and exchange convo and stories.  Is really been amazing. Last night we stayed up late (I was in bed by 9:30) and had what closely resembled a large family dinner on the roof. This has truly been magical.



A cheerful heart is good medicine, but a broken spirit saps a person’s strength.

Proverbs 17:22

My birthday!!! Tuesday, Aug 7



“Rejoice in the Lord always;again I will say, rejoice.”

Phil 4:4

Yeahhhhh!!! 8:30am. Just woke up.

Had an adventure last night. Apparently one of my blood vessels at the pic line just decided to explode and was bleeding everywhere and I ended up in the hospital where they took the whole thing out. No worries.  They can just give me all my stem cells this morning in an IV.

It was like I was the most important patient on the planet. A doctor, a surgeon and our care coordinator (in PJ’s) met me, David and van driver extraordinaire  Lorenzo at the emergency room at 11:30 PM.


Amazing! No big deal. Very painless procedure and the surgeon even gave me a little kiss on the cheek when he was done. This was not included in our regular plan, so we had to pay. Are you ready for this?  US$97. We would not have been able to step into a U.S. hospital for less than $10K for the same thing.



Meet my stem cells and Dr. McDreamy.  You will notice that I took a covert shot. It’s great: even some of the guys in the group call him McDreamy.  I believe they must think that’s his name.  Oh well.


Monday, August 6. (Day -1)

9 And He has said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for power is perfected in weakness.” Most gladly, therefore, I will rather boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ 9 dwell in me. 

2 Cor 12:19


Last day of chemo!  Tomorrow I get the stem cells back. WOOT!

imageMy chemo-pal, Kristin. We’ll be done

Post last chemo wall support

I believe my optimism was a tad rushed.  And, that’s how it goes sometimes… Doing that ‘can’t hold down water’ thing. But David bought me a popsicle and some lemon lime electrolytes and I’m good to go. At least there’s no more chemo therapy, and I am well over halfway finished with this program. Bless God. He’s been so good to me. Yes

Sunday, Aug 5 (Day – 2)

Happy Sunday! THIS  Is the day that the Lord has made and I will rejoice and be glad in it. Thank God for iChurch!

Today started with an inviting breakfast of a granola bar , about 2 pounds of pills, and highly concentrated instant coffee. Hana taught me that little trick. If you don’t want to coffee headache but you can’t drink water just dissolve some instant coffee and as little water as it takes and chug it down.   She’s so smart. I made her.

David is fitting in quite well here. Last night he took his harmonica up to the roof with several of the young Mexican kids that play guitar every night and had an absolute blast. I’m so proud of him. I think it’s really strange that we always end up with kids this age. I don’t know if that means that we’re just totally immature or… Whatever. We just love kids.

Today they are harvesting my stem cells. I have yet to have time to name all 78 million of them, but I’m still working on iit.75297259-5FE9-4042-BEFC-03DB5CEE2020Little known side-effect of stem cell harvest: Instantaneous and freakishly large foot growth.

F6D30BB5-7BCE-4FD3-AD00-4066D72C1554If anyone had told me 20 years ago that THIS would be me in 2018, I am quite certain I wouldn’t have believed them. I mean…really. In Mexico, tubes running in and out of me, silver-haired, bespectacled and dealing MS its final blow.

What’s actually happening is that I was using my glasses to keep the blanket from slipping down. Cousin It.

Saturday, August 4. (Day -3)

4B01E253-A229-4EB1-893D-583945570AC7Look  Who dropped in to see me! I missed him so much. But, I have to tell you it was really hard letting Hana go back to Atlanta. She admitted that Chemo Camp had been a blast and she’ll miss all of this.



I have apparently sprung a leak. Dr. McDreamy will be back shortly before I bleed out right here in the Hospital Puebla.  I think I’m probably exaggerating, but it’s so icky having blood somewhere on my shoulder that’s taped down.

Bum, bum..another one bites the dust..

The only thing is that she’s she’s so naturally beautiful that it doesn’t even make a difference.

I’m  just so behind the other groups that I haven’t suffered enough chemical insult here at Camp Chemo to lose even one strand. I won’t lie to you: not having to wash and dry my hair when I get out of the shower is something I  look forward to.  I may have good hair but it comes at the cost of having to whip it into submission every morning. It gets old after several decades. And I am going to look BAD in my do-rags. Soon enough.

Friday, August 3 (Day. -4)

This bone pain feels remarkably like back labor, only I’m not having a baby. Instead, I’m having millions and millions of little stem cells reproducing. Oh the joy of it all.

The best part is that David will arrive any minute now! The worst part is that Hana will be departing in the morning. I will be having my PICC line inserted tomorrow morning and the rest will be history.