Self-Portrait in Numbers

I could gaze at this all day. It's golden. It's a clean slate. It's miraculous.  Previously, those numbers would all have an L or an H for low and high, next to them. Now, nothing. Mid-range. Smack down the middle. It might be the most beautiful thing I've ever seen (and I've seen a lot of beautiful stuff).  It's shock and awe in a good way.

Dr. Giralt and the entire hospital of Sloan Kettering went over me with a fine tooth comb last week.  They are meticulous and fabulous. The preliminary look at the marrow biopsy looks, quote/unquote, great! The only thing I have is some GVHD in my mouth and a low Vitamin D level (lack of sunshine much?)  All treatable of course.

And I'm still in love with NY. My comfy blanket. And it, as a city, was even better this time because I still haven't gotten back my sense of smell from the cold I had. So NY smelled GREAT!  Can you imagine? It's like watching annoying TV with the sound down.

I had tons of fun. Sharing a studio with Susanne, Allison and Kaethe. Processing a bit of what this year has been like. For them. For me. For everyone taking care of me. Some I remember, some I don't. But ever grateful I am.

We had a great night Karaokeing (sp?) with all my NY beauties and some of their husbands too! I never even realized that the song Spill The Wine was really saying "spill the wine".  I'm not sure what I thought, but it wasn't that. We all had sore throats the next day...
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