If my life was a movie, today would be The Leukemia Chronicles, Part II: Return to the hospital.
So today, it was a normal, ordinary check-in. I saw a lot old friends/nurses today. They were all happy to see me, of course, just not under these circumstances.
I was talking with my dad this morning about how one time I said that he's fought in wars and that my grandfather's fought in wars, so should I join the military to fight in a war? My dad replied that maybe this is my war. That maybe my mission this time is to spread the gospel to my doctor, who's not Christian. Or maybe the first time I was not completely healed, and God wanted me to recover my strength, and that we thought that the BMT rooms back then in the old hospital looked rather dirty. Now I'm in the new hospital, where everything is new and clean. I suppose this was all in God's divine plan. Ah well, I'd better get some sleep. They'll be doing LP and putting in my pick line tomorrow. Am I forgetting anything? Oh yes, and the first round of chemo starts tomorrow. Pray that everything goes as planned without unexpected difficulties. If you think about it, the worst has already happened, so things can only get better from here.
Brian