Sunday Eggs Over Easy – Adieu, 2/9/14

Hi there! Long time no type. Let me reintroduce myself. My name is Greg and I am a heart transplant recipient. (In unison: “Hi, Greg.”) Sorry about that. I wrote this and forgot to post it. Oops.

The thing is, and it is no excuse really, but the backside of this transplant has not really been newsworthy. And I like it like that! Remember, boring is good. I feel that there was so much to talk about when I was in the hospital because there was so much happening on a daily basis. I know that I have mentioned this before recently and I apologize for being redundant but it is true. For me to type the trials and tribulations of what socks to wear with which outfit, or admitting my lack of fashion sense when it comes to figuring out what color shirt looks best with dark jeans or a particular sport coat, just isn’t exciting for me, let alone for you, and this is MY life. Scoop of chocolate, scoop of vanilla…I’m not going to waste your time.

To sum up the last few weeks, my recovery is still going strong. It is crazy to watch myself type the fact that my recovery is still ongoing but it is. I am a couple of weeks shy of six months removed from transplant and I am using the word recovery. Through sports, or life in general, I have accumulated many an injury. We all have. However, typically the injury heals within a certain timeframe. Be it a cut, a fracture, a muscle strain, a tweaked back, whatever; it heals relatively quickly. This is beyond my comprehension at this point though. My incisions are healed over and mentally I should be good to go now, right? Wrong. Of course wrong or you wouldn’t be reading this, silly. I will get the elephant out of the room by saying that I have not been admitted to the hospital in over a month so that’s always a plus. My last biopsy result continued the string of “0”s solidifying the fact that there has been no signs of infection or rejection.

Even still, I have not recovered just yet. My issues continue to be inside my body at this point. Nothing too serious, or at least not serious enough to be admitted (knock on wood), but enough to necessitate continual follow ups at Tufts. I am really thankful that I live so close. The ability to take the train, or drive, and be at the hospital within 30 minutes is so much better than driving two, three, or four hours…one way. Without boring you too much, I have routinely been getting blood draws on a weekly basis to monitor my white blood cell count (still) as well as my kidney and liver functions. Some weeks one level is higher, the next something else is too low. As a result we have just been adjusting my medications and dosages, a little tweak here and a stoppage or an addition of a new med there. Again, nothing too serious but enough to keep face time with my transplant nurses and become buddies with those in the blood draw department. New friends – yay!

Yet through all of the needles and gauze that seem to be attached to my arms lately, I have begun to move on to the next phase in this journey. How you ask? Well, let me tell you. In the past I have briefly noted my desire to help my brother coach two of his sons on the ice at their hockey practices. I can happily say that I have jumped (figuratively) from behind the glass in the stands onto the ice. It has been a long time since I have been on ice in this capacity but it feels oh so good. Minus the fact that my skates haven’t been sharpened in 20 years, my body has transitioned seamlessly. The ice has always been my sanctuary. Whether I was nine years old, in high school, or today. Once I step out onto the ice, every thing goes away. My troubles, my worries, even my aches seem to disappear. I cannot describe why but I can only imagine it is the same feeling that an artist gets when walking onto a stage or a football player feels crossing the sideline. I become one with the ice and nets. The smell of the rink, the locker rooms, my equipment, the ice, it encapsulates all that is good in my mind. Nothing else in the world matters to me at that point. For me to be able to share this emotion with my brother again, and now my nephews, is a direct result of that wonderful gift that I received from the donor family six months ago.

I’m not sure if it is the drugs, the time away, or what, but I am also beginning to get the itch to return to work, to volunteer, to do something, to be more active. This is where uncertainty resides. I’m not sure if I am cleared to go back to work because my blood levels and medications are not yet stable, or if I have the mental or physical stamina to work every day. Man, does that second half of the sentence sound bizarre to me. And I’m not sure if I can be around people consistently with my white cell count so low. Would this just be an invitation for a virus to infect me? I would imagine that all of these scenarios are a possibility as is the possibility of working again. There are so many unknowns that it can be frustrating.

These unknowns are the reasons why I am such an advocate for “traditional” injuries. Give me a cut, a break, a pull, anything physical. With these I know there will be pain but with a simple stitch, a staple, or some dirt thrown on there, the pain will subside and I will move on. These intangible transgressions are throwing me for a loop. But at the end of the day, I cannot do anything about them other than live my life accordingly. Sometimes that means having the will power to not eat that last sodium enriched delicacy. Sometimes it means drinking more water over the course of a week than a fish. Control the controllables. I can follow the guidance of my nurses and doctors but, ultimately, it is my body, that is unlike any other body, that will do what it wants and how it wants.

This past weekend marked the one year anniversary of my admittance to Tufts Medical Center and the transplant journey that Andrea and I took on head first. It has been a long adventure with many ups and downs along the way. Over the course of the year, I have rekindled old friendships and I have made new friends. I have experienced good and bad things that I could never imagine before. I have missed holidays and other significant dates on the calendar. I have experienced things that I can only shake my head at and chuckle. Strangely, I don’t think that I would change any of it though. Everything happens for a reason. Each day that passed by while I was in the hospital made me stronger. It made me look at the world differently. It made me appreciate even the smallest of gestures. It made me realize that there really is good in the world. It may take a few layers of the onion to be peeled back but it is there. People are good. People want to be good. People have every intention of acting on wanting to be good. Some days it works; some days are better than others; but some days the dragon wins. Regardless, wake up, get your ass out of bed, and do good.

With this all said, Andrea and I have decided that after one year this is an appropriate time to bring this blog to a close. We have shared our thoughts, emotions and actions with you for the last year in this space. However, as Chuckie Miller said to Cindy Mancini in Can’t Buy Me Love, “You think you shut me up?” Oh no, my friends, you do not get away that easily. I will continue to blog how I am doing mentally, physically and let you know what craziness I am up to in a new space. As far as I know about the internet (insert joke here), this blog will always be here to serve as a reference of what we (Andrea, me, you and everyone else) underwent. It’s stories, your reactions, the song parodies, the raw emotions that have been shared will forever be archived in this space. A life altering event like this will never and could never just disappear from anyone’s minds. Obviously, Andrea and I will forever be connected as the main players in this little saga but, hopefully, this chronicle will not be soon forgotten in your minds either. And if along the way we were able to convince just one person to become an organ donor through our fairytale (haha) here, than it has made all the difference to us. I have no magic words to help bring this blog to a conclusion but I hope to have a better ending than Seinfeld. We want to say thank you for spending your precious time with us along the way, for allowing Andrea and I to come into your lives, to hopefully demonstrate just how precious life can be, and to hopefully promote organ donation without doing so in an overbearing way. I will not say good-bye for I will turn the page to a new blog, new adventures, new troubles (good and bad), and I hope that you will accompany me along the way. So until we meet again, please raise your glass – to good health. Cheers! Sláinte! L’chaim! Salute! Salud! Cin cin! Santé!
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Sunday Eggs Over Easy –Tidbits, 1/19/14

I’ve now written this blog a couple of times this week. After reading each one, none of them have I liked enough to actually post. Instead, here are a few noteworthy items.

Last week was pretty busy and probably the first week from beginning to end that I really felt like a human again. Most of the things may not stand out as special to you but to me, I have really taken to each moment. My Aunt Judy and her husband flew up from Texas to visit family. For those of you who have been following the blog for a while may recognize Judy’s name. She would send me care packages while I was in the hospital. Homemade cookies, brownies, cupcakes in addition to her sending puzzle books and other toys and trinkets to help pass the time. Unfortunately she was forced to stop sending those gems when she was diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer. Where and what type does not matter. All that matters is that she was diagnosed as Stage 4, battled through her treatments and chemo, and seven months later she was flying back home to Boston cancer free. She managed to kick its ass and is as sprite as ever. You are a rock star, Judy! Seeing her and spending time with her over several days completely rejuvenated me. Thank you!

One of my highlights was going to lunch with both of my father’s sisters. Just the three of us sitting around a table talking of the old times and hearing of what has been keeping each busy. We spent several hours over nothing fancy, just good conversations with great people. For me, it is almost like being a fly on the wall watching two sisters rehash and relive their childhoods growing up. It is fascinating for me to hear about the stories of my father, and how the younger siblings looked up to the two older brothers.

I was able to bring Stoli and Goose to the groomer. Like I said, to many this would not be exciting. To me, however, this was awesome. Both Stoli and Goose love to go to the groomer. Not only do they get to see and play with other dogs all day long but they know that when they finally leave, they will look good. You see, Stoli and Goose are very vain. They know when they look like ragdolls and they know when they look good. There’s an extra pep in their step post groom. Their heads are raised a little higher when they strut around.

Fortunately, several days went by before the snow came so I was able to appreciate a clean Stoli and Goose. But after shoveling the driveway and stairs slowly and carefully, it was time to walk the pups. Sidenote: I LOVED to shovel growing up. I was that kid going around the neighborhood shoveling neighbors’ driveways. It not only gave me peace and quiet and a chance to think about whatever was going on in my life but I also used it as a chance to work out. I was never one to work out in a typical gym. I always enjoyed using every day experiences to work out. (Think Rocky IV when Rocky trained in Russia.) After last week, I came to the realization that I still LOVE shoveling. Anyway, the pups were both so excited that there was snow on the ground. I hooked up their leashes and we were off! The snow was still falling heavily. It layered on each of their backs as we walked down the streets. As we turned the corner about a half mile from home, they picked up their pace. They were acting true to their heritage. They were sled dogs. Their heads were up, no longer sniffing or eating the snow as we walked. Instead they powered forward to the park that is at the end of my street. The park was uninhabited. I could not unhook a leash fast enough. Those boys ran around in the snow as happily as children in a candy store. As I walked the perimeter, the pups were free to roam where they pleased. It takes about ten minutes to walk around the park. They would trail behind and then sprint towards to me to catch up. I know I am biased but they really are beautiful to watch at full sprint in the snow.
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The weekend brought me back to years past before I really began to get sick. For once in a long time I went out and lived the weekend. Both Friday and Saturday nights I went into Boston for dinner and drinks. Other than it being a typical winter’s eve I had a fantastic time both nights. Again, to some, this is no big deal but to have the ability, the freedom, and feel strong enough to go out both nights was just fun. I can’t wait until I can do it in the warm weather! Anyone care to join me now, then or now and then?

So here I am. Physically I am feeling much stronger but I know I am not as strong as a typical person feels. I have lots of room to grow in regards to my strength. I am working on my social ability. This one took me by surprise. I never thought that this would even be a topic of conversation. But after some time, I thought about it. I missed almost a year while I was in the hospital. Cultural events, falling and rising trends, music, movies, people…I’m still trying to catch up on things. Until recently, I missed the bus on something to do with foxes and what they have to say? My mind and my emotions fluctuate. Some days are better than others but I am hoping that as my life becomes more constant and my interactions with people become more consistent that both my mind and my emotions regulate. TTFN. KCCO. -Egg
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Sunday Eggs Over Easy – Happy New Year, 1/12/14

Happy New Year! So it is almost two weeks late. Oh well, there has to be a grace period, right? Just like wedding presents, you have one year to get the couple their gift. I can say Happy New Year a little late too. Hell, I spent the first nine days in the hospital so I didn’t exactly see anyone or get the opportunity to wish anyone the good old Auld Lang Syne after New Year’s Eve.

Yes, I spent the first nine days of 2014 back in Tufts; fortunately not for any cardiac reasons. I woke up New Year’s Day morning to a shooting pain in my left shoulder. It felt like a muscle popped. Soon thereafter the pain traveled across my chest and around to my back. On a scale of one to ten, this was off the charts. I hurt. I tried to walk it off since it was 5 o’clock in the morning but after two hours, it was time to face reality and go to the ER. I was in as much pain lying on either side as I was on my back. Unfortunately, standing upright did nothing to ease the pain either. I could breathe normally and moving around was tricky but manageable. Deep breaths, however, were tougher and only sharpened the pain across the chest and back.

After several different tests, we weren’t convinced what was ailing me yet. But we could and did rule out anything cardiac related right way. Phew because the phrase “aortic dissection” just didn’t sit well with me. Most of the tests were new to me as we brought in a team of pulmonary doctors from the Interventional Radiology (IR) department. Now we had more cooks in the kitchen as cardiology was involved, IR was involved, and we also threw in Infectious Disease (ID) for good measure. It took a few days to diagnose given the randomness of my symptoms and all the brain power involved. As the days went by the pain began to generally subside, it did begin to make itself known in one focused area though, in my back where my right lung is located.

The diagnosis was that I had a pocket of fluid resting on my lung. This was causing my discomfort. To relieve my aches, the pulmonary doctors would have to drain the pocket, which meant numbing the area, inserting a syringe and withdrawing the fluid. We would also, thanks to Infectious Disease, be able to see if the fluid was infected. We originally tried to accomplish this at the bedside. This meant me sitting on the edge of the bed, leaning over and a doctor inserting the syringe into my back. Easy as pie. Except for the fact that the pocket was in a little too deep and just outside of the reach of the needle. The doctor attempted this a couple of times. The only thing we were able to hit was a rib. Oops and ouch. That left me with a bit of an uneasy feeling but not a big deal. It was determined that I would have to visit the IR department to have the pocket drained using their bigger toys.

A few days passed before I could have the procedure attempted again. Any of you who have had any experience with hospitals know that there is ‘real’ time and there is ‘hospital’ time. In any event, it was my turn and even though my general pain had drastically diminished, I was still struggling to take deep breaths or lie on my back. After I was wheeled into IR, I was set up, they began to play with their cool toys and then they stopped and talked among themselves. Not good, I thought to myself. Suddenly I heard one doctor say “I saw it on the CT scan, it should be there.” I dropped my head and chuckled. Apparently, over the course of the four days it took from the CT scan to this procedure (admittedly, there was a weekend in the middle, that’s why it took so long) my body absorbed that pocket of fluid and all of my troubles seemed to have disappeared. There was no sign of infection through any blood tests as well. My body healed itself. It just needed some time. Hallelujah, I am a marvel of modern day science. Moral of the story, if you ignore all of your life’s problems, eventually they will take care of themselves and go away. Ok, maybe not…

Over the next couple of days, my pain went away and I was ultimately discharged on Thursday the 9th. I felt good, there was no pain and I was back to my ‘normal’ self again. As much as I appreciate my friends on Pratt 8, and with no disrespect, nine days is a bit longer of a stay than I had anticipated or want to experience again. I’d rather just poke my head in to say ‘Hi’ after a biopsy or maybe because I happen to be in the neighborhood. Although, on the plus side, I did manage to miss a blizzard and some ridiculously low temperatures so there was a flip side to all of this. Besides, as I mentioned to some of the nurses, there is always a reality of another hospital visit for a tune up or a little tweaking here and there. I just wanted to get mine out of the way early in the new year so I do not have to worry about it for the rest of 2014! On Friday I was free and I was able to drive to Providence to watch my little nephews, coached by my brother, play a hockey game at the Dunkin Donuts Center before the Providence Bruins (minor league affiliate for the Boston Bruins) game. That was a pretty cool experience for everyone. –Egg

P.S.- To my dear 2013, I shall be forever grateful for the new friends and new beginning that you bestowed upon me; however, I shall also gladly leave behind with you an old mind, an old body, an old life, and an old heart. And because many of us really do not know the words to the damn song, here is the first couple of verses, and translation, to the Scottish poem by Robert Burns.

Auld Lang Syne
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And auld lang syne.

Chorus
For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne,

And surely you’ll buy your pint cup!
And surely I’ll buy mine!
And we’ll take a cup o’ kindness yet,
For auld lang syne.

Chorus
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Sunday Eggs Over Easy – Change?, 1/5/14

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Over the last few weeks, I’ve had a difficult time writing this blog because it has felt more like keeping you up to date with what I do every day such as chores or menial tasks. That is not what I intended with this space. I wanted to be able to keep you informed with how I was doing and what my path to recovery is like. However, much like one of my very first posts, the last few weeks have been ‘boring.’ But remember, boring is good; at least in the world of being a patient and in the midst of recovering from anything.

Now, with that said, the last few days have not been boring. In fact, 11 months almost to the day, in the same hospital, in the same room, just days from the first snowstorm of the season, here I lay in my fashionable blue johnny with surfboard pattern. It is like clockwork. Back in room 801 on Pratt in Tufts. This is where it all began last year only a month earlier.

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I do not plan to be here nearly as long. I was admitted on Wednesday, New Years Day. It was not how I planned to begin the New Year but we don’t get to choose many things that happen to us in life. I will spare you the details because they are not so interesting other than I woke up Wednesday morning at 5am from an acute pain. On a scale from one to ten, it was off the charts.

But after spending most of Wednesday in the ER, the end result was that it is not a heart issue. First and foremost, my new heart is fine. So far, this is looking to be a lung and fluid issue. By all accounts, I have a pocket of fluid next to my lung that is causing significant discomfort and giving me some trouble with breathing. The goal is to get it drained tomorrow, Monday, make sure it is not infected, and go from there.

I was hoping for a smooth and relatively easy 2014. Yet I knew that I would return to Tufts at some point; it is inevitable given the world of transplants. So, rather than wait until the summer or fall, I decided to get my visit over with right away and come in on the first day. Rip the bandaid off, if you will.

So far it’s been as good as it can be. I missed a substantial snow fall again and this supposed ‘cold spell’ with freezing temperatures. I’m back to someone else prepping, cooking, delivering, and cleaning three meals a day. My sheets are changed daily or every other day. It has been nice to reconnect with the nurses and techs. I am back to channel surfing twelve stations. However, let it be known that I am open to change and would like this routine to stop. I would like to change this bad habit of being hospitalized at the beginning of the year. Forget 2014, that is my resolution for 2015! Stay warm, enjoy taking the kiddos to skating, and have a hot chocolate, with or without a splash of adult goodness. TTFN. KCCO. -Egg

Sunday Eggs Over Easy – Appreciate, 12/22/13

As promised to the doctors as part of my plea deal to be discharged from the hospital early, I visited the Clinic on Monday as a follow up to review the results from the cultures and endoscopy. And I actually did show up! When all was said and done, we’re good. It seems I was just hit with a simple virus. I say ‘simple’ because that’s all it was. To the normal, relatively healthy, every day person, it was no big deal. However, being in the vulnerable position that I am in at four months today removed from the transplant, we can never be too safe. After tweaking some of my medications to help increase my white blood cell count, I just needed to let the virus run its course. I’m back to feeling like $50. I’m good.

Evidently there is something special going on this week. I cannot put my finger on it but any time I have driven by a group of stores like a strip mall or regular mall, there is a line of cars trying to get into the parking lot. Don’t tell me, I’ll figure it out, I’m sure. It’s weird. Some days I’m in the holiday mood and some days I couldn’t care less. We are approaching Christmas decorations around the house in 2013 with minimal flair. There is a tree; however, it is not decorated. We are not sending out cards so no cute pictures of the pups frolicking in the snow. But I was able to create this year’s holiday cork art. The detail in last year’s army of reindeer just could not be duplicated with my trembling hands. That being said, a more subtle ribbon tied Christmas tree forest was grown.

I hope everyone has safe travels this week. Laugh, cry, sing, dance but most importantly, enjoy! Enjoy the food, enjoy the beverages, and enjoy your company! Merry Christmas! TTFN. KCCO. -Egg

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Sunday Eggs Over Easy – Rendezvous, 12/15/13, on 12/16/13

Can I have a vodka?
Ma’am, you’re at McDonald’s.
Can I have a McVodka?
-Anonymous (but a family member!)

Well, at least I know now why I wasn’t feeling that well last Sunday. I shouldn’t have and no, it was not vodka. A week later it has been confirmed that I had caught a virus at some point in time. Not feeling well last Sunday was one thing but then I woke up on Monday feeling worse and I swallowed my pride and reached out to one of my transplant coordinators. Selfishly, or just call it being a guy, I did not want to make that call. Those who know me best can attest that I do not like admitting that I am sick or I have any problem that needs attention. Especially three and a half months post transplant. I knew that if I raised my symptoms to my coordinator that I would end up being admitted to the hospital. And guess what? It happened.

A headache that lasted about three days, a stuffy nose, dry chest cough, very upset stomach and an achy body led to a three and a half day stay in the penthouse, Pratt 8, again. It was nice to see some of my old friends again and even saw some of my old floor mates. One was just visiting, a couple, like me, needed to come back for a little tune up. However, this reunion was about three days too long, no offense to my nurse and tech friends! I think you’d agree that it was great to see you again. The visit brought back wonderful memories, believe it or not, and reminded me of just how special that floor and the care I received there was.

As each day passed though, I felt a little better and my symptoms slowly subsided. After three days we were still waiting for a few culture tests and endoscopy results to come back so it was decided that there wasn’t a clear reason for me to stay. In lieu of being discharged on Thursday, I agreed to return to the Clinic for a follow up appointment to see how I was doing and to review those test results. But no sooner than Ang and I walked back into the house from Tufts, we were speed cleaning, organizing, Decking the Halls, and awaiting company. You see, family was flying in Thursday afternoon from out of state, and my cousin was staying with us.

Even not feeling 100%, I could not have experienced a more well timed visit. Where ever we went, unless I was eating or drinking something, I was wearing my mask. No one judged. It was a comforting feeling. I am that guy who walks down the aisles at the store wearing a bright yellow mask. My family has not missed a beat with it and I implore you, if you see someone in public wearing a mask, please do not stare, gawk, or turn away. Treat that person the same as any other. Hell, even ask the person if (s)he is ok or politely ask why they wear the mask. You might just learn something.

In any event, I spent Thursday through Monday, this morning, with an unseen smile and constant laughter. Whether it was shoving blueberry pie in my face, lobsters scurrying across the kitchen floor, my neighbors’ selfless snow removal (thank you, A!), or my nephews’ courageous attempt and success at overcoming their fears of our dogs. To hear them want to hug Stoli and Goose good-bye after their shrieks of fear upon walking through the front door only a few short hours earlier brought a warm, fuzzy feeling.

Whether it was the kindhearted visitors, the food, or just time, I feel much better today than I did last Monday. My cough is still present but it is far less intense and occurs less frequently. During my follow up appointment today, the diagnosis was confirmed. Fortunately, whatever I was feeling last week was only an ill-timed virus while my white blood cell count was very low. Timing in life, right? Timing also played a role in my decision to confess my symptoms to my coordinator. The earlier I was honest to my coordinator and myself hopefully the sooner I would be released from Tufts, if I was admitted but knowing I would be admitted. The longer that I potentially waited to fess up, the greater the probability would be that I would miss part of or all of my family’s visit. My father’s side gets together so seldom that I could not allow myself to miss any of their stay. If nothing else, this entire saga just reminded me that no matter how well I feel, or how favorable a biopsy result is, I will always be at a higher risk for infection, rejection and viruses. If this health speed bump happens again, will I react the same way? I don’t know. I’d love to say that I would be as forthcoming; however, I cannot guarantee it. I do expect to experience an event like this again. It is inevitable. It is just a reality of my new life. There are no such things as casual sniffles, colds, or coughs. Bummer but it sure as hell beats the alternative! TTFN. KCCO. -Egg
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Sunday Eggs Over Easy – Ho-hum, 12/8/13

I’m not going to lie to you. I’m just not feeling it this week. I’m kind of in a funk right now. My mood has really mimicked the weather over the last week. I’ve been fairly low key and living a pretty boring week and taking care of things around the house. But as I stated a long, long time ago, boring is good.

I did have my monthly biopsy last week. There’s something to be said for extending out to monthly biopsies instead of weekly! Maybe that is the root of my ‘meh’ mood. Who knows? Having a catheter jammed in your groin can do that to you, I guess. Any who, the result was very favorable so at the end of the day, that is what matters most. So while I keep kickin’ ass in the biopsy world, I cannot get my white blood cell count to increase which is both troubling and frustrating. Troubling because there really isn’t too much that I can do about it but wait. I hate waiting but it’s out of my control. All we can do is try to tweak my medicines and cross our fingers. We’ll get there though. Frustrating because of the same reason plus it limits what I can do and where I can go. I need to be mindful still of my surrounding environment. With the low white blood cell count I am still very susceptible for infection. Needless to say that this poses a tremendous threat to holiday parties and festivities since we are in the midst of cold and flu season. I also need to go back to wearing masks when I go out.

So in the meantime, I began to decorate the house for Christmas. It’s sort of working. Stoli and Goose are excited for the holiday music I blare in the background. Goose dug into the storage bin and grabbed his bells. It’s a fuzzy green and white collar with bells around it. He LOVES it! He dances around the house jingling; happy as can be with it on. The picture doesn’t do it justice. He kept walking towards me so it’s a little blurry but you can make it out in between his fluffy bib.
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Stay warm out there, my friends. Here comes the snow, do-do-do-do, here comes the snow, and I say, it’s all right. TTFN. KCCO. -Egg