Let’s get ready to rumble. 


So far, my battle against AML has been nothing more than a dress rehearsal, an exhibition game in the Super Bowl race against death. Today, the playoffs begin.


Until now, I have been fighting the leukemia cells with a mild mannered drug I call Coffeebean 42. It has rid my body of the leukemia cells without the common side effects of chemotherapy. Why, I even still have my hair – and a beautiful head of hair it is. The problem with AML is that, like an annoying brother-in-law, it always comes back. So today they’re giving me the good stuff – a toxic chemotherapy called fludarabine. I call It Fludderbean.


How toxic is it? Well, the consent form I signed yesterday said it can cause abdominal pain, blood in the urine, nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite, diarrhea, fatigue, weakness, agitation, confusion, numbness, shortness of breath, cough, swelling, skin rash, fever, chills, hearing loss, and visual disturbances.


The only side effect it apparently doesn’t have is an erection lasting more than four hours. My luck!


Still, even with all that toxicity, the Fludderbean won’t chase the leukemia away forever. For that, I will need a bone marrow transplant – known around here as BMT. Mine is scheduled for Tuesday October 22nd.


Stay tuned !!




My BMT nurse, known around here as MacGyver (due to her ingenuity), administers the chemotherapy known as Fludderbean. I don’t think I’m going to like it.



Let’s get ready to rumble. 

So far, my battle against AML has been nothing more than a dress rehearsal, an exhibition game in the Super Bowl race against death. Today, the playoffs begin.

Until now, I have been fighting the leukemia cells with a mild mannered drug I call Coffeebean 42. It has rid my body of the leukemia cells without the common side effects of chemotherapy. Why, I even still have my hair – and a beautiful head of hair it is. The problem with AML is that, like an annoying brother-in-law, it always comes back. So today they’re giving me the good stuff – a toxic chemotherapy called fludarabine. I call It Fludderbean.

How toxic is it? Well, the consent form I signed yesterday said it can cause abdominal pain, blood in the urine, nausea, vomiting, loss of appetite, diarrhea, fatigue, weakness, agitation, confusion, numbness, shortness of breath, cough, swelling, skin rash, fever, chills, hearing loss, and visual disturbances.

The only side effect it apparently doesn’t have is an erection lasting more than four hours. My luck!

Still, even with all that toxicity, the Fludderbean won’t chase the leukemia away forever. For that, I will need a bone marrow transplant – known around here as BMT. Mine is scheduled for Tuesday October 22nd.

Stay tuned !!


My BMT nurse, known around here as MacGyver (due to her ingenuity), administers the chemotherapy known as Fludderbean. I don’t think I’m going to like it.