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A playful romp through chemotherapy.
Day 6: So Far, So Good (Monday, October 28)
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By Mark
Here’s a subject that’s bound to go viral. Mark will chronicle his experience with leukemia, starting with his first chemotherapy, and ending only when he runs out of jokes. With the assistance of his capable daughter Jenny, Mark’s blog aims to ...
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Leukemia, Shmukemia
Here’s a subject that’s bound to go viral. Mark will chronicle his experience with leukemia, starting with his first chemotherapy, and ending only when he runs out of jokes. With the assistance of his capable daughter Jenny, Mark’s blog aims to document the 28-day journey from sickness to health.
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My fantasy had almost come true. A young nurse named Emily recommended a shower so I set it for 2pm.  ”Okay”, she declared, “we have a shower date”. Unfortunately, she told me this smack dab in front of my wife. So how is a guy supposed to respond to that question?  



A) Yes that will give my wife a break from this harrowing shower duty



B) Heaven forbid! ” Thou shalt not take showers with thy day nurse” (Leviticus 17:18:19)



C) Yeah, baby!  Hubba Hubba!  When you get your hands on me, they’ ll be no stopping you!



D) No thank you, I get my showers from my wife. She has been and always will be my best shower buddy.  



Which one would you choose?  Being the devout husband who is attracted to no woman other than his wife, I chose D. I thanked Emily for the offer and reminded her that the next time she wanted to make it, she should wait until Ellie goes down to the coffee shop. Today is  Day 6, meaning it has been almost a week since my bone marrow transplant (BMT). My special guest during this time has been my kid brother Scott, who works as an ED doc at UVA Medical Center in VA. Scott’s job used to be a source of pride for me and my siblings. However, his twin brother Kent’s recent promotion to Chancellor/President of Syracuse University took a bit of luster off of Scott’s accomplishments. Now we just call him Scott Not-The-University-President Syverud.

But I for one am glad he’s here as his medical training comes in handy. These are the Top 5 ways Dr Scott has helped during this harrowing process:



5) He smuggles in donuts right under the nurses’ noses



4) He carries my IV buddy like a Sherpa when I go for a walk or visit the bathroom



3) He quotes medical literature to impress the staff



2) He flirts with the young , the middle aged, the mature retired nurses who work here as volunteers



1) He analyzes the different colors and textures of the diarrhea I produce

And boy do I produce diarrhea!! After having cleaned up behind me several times, the nurses now insist that I wear a bilateral lower extremity containment system, also known as Depends.

Scott spent the night with me on Saturday which offered him the prospective of the patient rather than that of a doctor. He so enjoyed the incessant beeping of the IV machine, not to mention the lights-on visits of the Patient Care Techs (PCT) checking my vital signs at 10pm, 2am, 4 am, 6 am, and in case you dose off, 7am for the hell of it. As we lay, eyes wide open, at 4:30am, we discussed our philosophy of life which included justifiable homicide of PCTs.

My blood tests show that the battle for the supremacy of my bone marrow is about to begin. If the donor marrow takes over, by this time next month, I will exhibit the DNA and the blood type of my donor. For those of you who expect my personality to change as well, I suggest you keep a keen eye on my writing style. If it changes into that of John Boy Walton instead of my customary booger jokes, you will know that the change is complete.

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Mark enjoys this Cancer Center contraband smuggled in by a brother who shall remain nameless. (hint: he’s not a university chancellor)

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