True, but there is a much higher chance of relapse of the cancer with your own stems. Graft-versus-leukemia is a stronger effect in Allo, but as you said, GvH can kill, too.

Best wishes in your treatment. My father is in day two of the heavy chemo/radiation.

Thanks for the offer Sundae!

My good wishes also Roosta. My sister went thru that bone marrow thing too, but that was 20 years ago. Technology has skyrocketed since then.

I go see the surgeon today at 2.30. It's kinda stupid, though, as I don't get my mammo and echo until thurs. and friday this week. Cart before the horse sorta deal.

I'm scared, lonely and feel desperate. I'm also broke.

my stomach hurts.

Were I the surgeon, I wouldn't want to wait until next week to see your tits. ;)

Don't be sad Bri - we're all there in spirit.

Creepy, huh?

Good luck Bri. We know you can do this -- you've done so much! It's just one more step on the path.
Best wishes, Pie

You really pull on my heart strings girl. Make a cup of tea. go light on the tea heavy on the sugar. Go steal a daffodil out of someones yard and put it in a pretty vase in your window or whever you are so you can see it and giggle about it.

I know it is hard enough to be without a dime. Believe me this last week I'm feeling it too but the other stuff. wow. You are so strong. I know you don't feel it but you have the power to pull it right from the screen so know the power is in you to pull every good thing from life to you.

The cancer has shrunk to size of thumb-nail. Pretty sure lumpectomy, but she will take all my lymph nodes in left arm due to previous tumor size and then 6 weeks radiation.

thanks, all.

:thumb:

da rest o' dis shit is gonna be easy and you gonna have this ass kicked in no time atall!

Shit, that's even less than squash-it-under-your-heel size. That's like... I dunno, give-it-to-a-squirrel-to-bury-for-the-winter size. Okay, this analogy isn't really working. The point is, you are the awesomest, Bri.

Sounds like you're kicking its butt, like we knew you would. :)

Bri, I just wrote a long philosophical message about common feelings and circumstances. I just flushed it, because the simple thing is, the physical stuff is hurting our emotioal stuff. But it's all temporary, more so for you, because you're much younger than me. You don't have to be lonely, because you have all us Cellarites who love you, but there are people close by you who love you also.
You can't pick your relatives, but you can pick who you love, You sometimes can't control being broke, but you don't have to be poor. Choose to be loved, because you are, and that's the true reality.
Ah nuts, I got philosophical again. OK, you can't pick your circumstances, but you can pick your nose.:3eye:
It works for me.

that works for me, too, spud.

You're wonderful to care so much. from the bottom of my grinch-y heart, I thank you all, again, for being so good to me.

Today I am declaring a moratorium on all thumbnail sized objects, to show my disdain for the thumbnail sized badness still lingering.

In fact I'll staple my own thumbnails to the desk.

Ah, wait - I can see a problem with that immediately.
Well instead I'll take the more sensible step of saying congratulations Bri, I know this has been a hard path, but you're near the end of the worst section now. Sunshine and flowers and lemonade and lollipops (and some hard drugs) from hereon in.

Thinking of you xxx