What? No Platelets

This morning, getting George’s lab results provided a nasty surprise. We knew that his red cells and platelets hadn’t come back the way that his oncologist was hoping. But being severely anemic again and essentially having no platelets circulating was not on the planned list of results.

The brief, short visit turned into hours as he received both platelets and packed, irradiated red blood cells.

And, if I haven’t said it before – my sincere thanks to all of you who are regular blood donors. It isn’t just the military, traffic accident victims and those caught in mass shootings who benefit from a healthy and robust blood supply. It is also those who are older, or under treatment for various malignancies who are kept alive during the course of treatment by the generosity of total strangers.

and we will have to be back tomorrow. Probably Saturday and Sunday as well.

Oh, joy.

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About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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