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This is a beautiful day!

Thanks to all of you for the great wishes, texts, and remembrances.

Sign me....

"Darn Glad To Be Here"

Evening of August 2, 2013

 Evening of August 2, 2014

My Frame of Mind.......................If I could frame my mind, where would I hang it?

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Today, a year ago, just about mid-day was when I got "the call." 

The number on my phone came up as UNKNOWN - that's how the tx center always shows up, but it couldn't have been more fitting as there was no way to have known what exactly lay ahead. It's been a heck of a year, time that I almost surely would not have had, an incredible experience, and isn't that what life is all about.....the experience?

Sorry about replaying all of this for you again but it is like a movie about a life that's like a movie that is just on continuous replay this weekend. Even the weather today mimics that of last August 1 to a tee.

Enjoy this beautiful day!

Triduum

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Ok, for those of you that know me close-up, you know that last year at this time things were kinda bleak. July was coming to an end and I hadn't had a prospective call from the tx center in like.......ohhhh a hundred years or so.

Unawares to me.......that began to change on this very day July 31st, 2013.

Today begins my forever-on own personal triduum.

At about 12:30 this afternoon, a year ago today, my donor lost his life and shared the one he had with me so that I could keep mine.




It is a beautiful morning here in South Central today, just as it was a year ago this morning. I can not even begin to tell you the thoughts, scenenarios, and emotions that are all part of the circus inside my head today.
It is all so very bittersweet. I am forever grateful.

This is the ever-constant thread that is running through my thoughts for the next few days.

If you get a chance about mid-day today, give a pause, a smile, a prayer, or a shout-out to my donor.
I know I will.

Thanks so much.

Eleven

Coming into the homestretch.....

It's been .92 years, 

or 11 months,  

or 47 weeks and 5 days, 

or 334 days .....

(I will spare you the hours and the minutes.)

... how ever you count it - What a long strange trip it's been.

I remember the wise and wonderful Dr. Ottman telling me as I laid in the ICU last August not to fret the short-term stuff but to look six months down the road.

Well it's been six months almost twice over and I'm still dealing with some things that I thought would be long gone by now. 

I was so psyched to declare that I was CMV free last post and it looked as though I could look forward to feeling better this summer than I have in years.

But it seems that the universe has other plans. 

Now the  higher levels of CMV are back. I can not tell you what a drag this is to be dealing with again.

Argh.

On the flip side....

My talk at the Transplant Consortium went well. I met a lady from the NKF that recognized me from a photo shoot that I did for them more than 20 years ago. Crazy.

The panel that I was on was put together by The Gift of Life Donor Program.

We each told our stories in detail and then afterwards we took questions from the audience. It was very well received by the crowd of critical care nurses and other hospital personnel that take care of both donors and recipients.

I was personally thanked by a lot of them after the program was over for sharing my story.

And so...... As I slide quickly toward the 1st year anniversary My new goal is to have all of these problems wrapped up by August 2. That may be a lofty goal but that's what I'm shooting for.

Thanks for checking in here.....this time....and for all the past months.

The story continues.

Preterit

I had clinic yesterday and they gave me some very good news. I am currently considered CMV Free!

Hopefully I am all done with the nasty Cytomegalovirus but they will continue to check me for it in the coming weeks as the virus can return when the super dosage of drugs that I am currently on is adjusted back to more of a "maintenance" level.

Dr. Waybill told me yesterday that she believes it's possible that I have had CMV since the transplant but it is often difficult to get a positive test result and so it went undetected for a good 6+ months. They all said how much better I look relative to past months (they really don't tell you when you look like hell) and almost all of my blood levels are much better. My white blood count is back to normal, and my red blood count is also back in the normal range for the first time in ohhhhh.....seven or twelve years. Joy!

As I've mentioned, other than a few persistent issues that I'm dealing with, I've felt better lately than I have for quite some time.

I wasn't officially attended to by Dr. Yang yesterday but before I left, I asked one of the nurses if he was in and she asked if I needed to see him. I told her I didn't "need" to, but that he would be disappointed if I didn't say hello. She summoned him and when he came down the hall to see me - he had the biggest smile I've ever seen him wear. We talked at length about my progress and he told me how they have discussed my case at meetings both at Harrisburg and in Philadelphia concerning the CMV, sharing details, implications,and results. We had a very nice conversation and I think that perhaps the dynamics of our doctor / patient relationship have improved. 

It's kinda nutty but I had  posted, a year ago tomorrow, that I was having an up-tick in blood numbers and now things are light-years better. It seems June has been a good month for me.

I hope the summer is off to a good start for all of you as well!

Ten

Among the verses of Faust of Goethe, there are:

If nine is one

Ten is none

Here is all the mystery

Ten is the symbol of the matter in harmony - 4 + 6.

Ten represents the Creator and the creation, 3 + 7, the Trinity resting in the expressed universe.

For Pythagoras, 10 was the symbol of the universe and it also the whole of human knowledge.

The sum of 5 + 5, the number 10 represents the two opposite current directions of the conscience:
involution and evolution.

The number ten is regarded as the most perfect of numbers, because it contains the Unit that did it all and

the zero, symbol of the matter and the Chaos, of which all came out; it then includes in it's figure the created

and the non-created, the beginning and the end, the power and the force, the life and the nothing.

According to Agrippa, "ten is called the number of all or universal, and the complete number marking the full course of life." He also attributes to it a sense of totality, the achievement, the return to the unit after the development of the cycle of the first nine numbers.

For the Mayans, it represents the end of a cycle and the beginning of another. The ten was regarded as being the number of the life and the death.

In China, the cross represents the number 10 - as the totality of the numbers.

For Pearl Jam - Ten was a legendary first release.

For Christians, ten signifies Completion - The Holy Spirit descended on the apostles ten days after the Ascension of Jesus.

And 10 was also the Pythagorean symbol of completeness.

In Bob World.......while the Ten month mark doesn't mean perfection or completeness, it does signify another month of progress. I had another CMV test the other day and hope to find out the results when I go to clinic later this week.
Although I still have some persisting abdominal issues, and I'm still working to get pre-op strength back, I've come a long way in just the last two months (since they finally discovered and began treatment of the CMV,)
and one heck of a long way since this night ten months ago.

In a nutshell - to quote The Beatles: "I've got to admit it's getting better....a little better all the time"

Thanks for checking in here.
Here's to ten more. 

In My Eyes.....

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So.....This past Memorial Day weekend I went to a few cemeteries, visited with loved ones that have gone on, I talked with my mom awhile, I payed respects to others......and it was a very beautiful sunny, spring day. The kind of day that I have a new-found, deep appreciation for in lieu of all of the events of the past year.
A REAL appreciation deep inside as I continually thought of how damn lucky I was not to be currently residing among these stones. As I was winding up my visit, a marker, (above) on the back of one stone caught my eye and when I read it.......I got a lump in my chest roughly the size of a Kennebec potato.
I mentioned to a friend that I was glad it had been a sunny day and that I had my shades on.

OK, before you all go off thinking that Bob has gotten as mushy as a rotten potato, you have to understand that even beyond the side effects of some of the drugs that I'm on that can really wreak havoc with your emotions, this whole donor / recipient,..... souls united in the cosmic dust thing,..... really can't be completely appreciated from the the back seat of the theater. But when it's close.......when it's YOU.....or someone you love, be it the donor ....or the recipient.....it is on a much, much deeper, uber-intense level.

Now I have to be clear here, this was not my donor, but now that doesn't matter....we are all intertwined.

Words escape me right now and eloquence has never really been my friend, but the parents of the lad that rests under this marker (he was only 16,) who saw to it that his young, effervescent spirit could live on through organ donation and gave that gift of life to others, these people are super human to me.
Beyond the human vice of selfishness, beyond the overwhelming grief that they had to have been suffering, and possessed with a power bigger than the pain - they chose to do this. These are the saints among us.

May God forever bless them and their son.