Retirement is going to be a treat. My last day was two weeks ago but I worked eight more days just to set up the band room for the new teacher. He's from out of state so everything will be new to him. At least he will have a good start with an organized room and notes about the classes.
In just six days, I'll be heading south again to the SCCA for a one and a half year follow-up from the allogeneic transplant. That was the final stem cell transplant from a donor in Europe. It occupies my thoughts almost constantly with memories of several months of treatment. Some are positive memories but most are not. Much of the time was spent trying to turn depression into happiness or using humor to distract from the reality of cancer.
Still, I look forward to going back. I so much enjoyed the clinic staff with their positive and friendly attitude. I admired their care for people as well as their hatred for the disease. I am likely going to be told that everything is fine with no signs of cancer. The medical staff will view my case as another victory in an ever growing list of survivors.
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