The grandsons are ready but how does Aunty get up?

I received the news the donor is good to go.  Yea!  My dates and times for appointments for chemo and radiation and transplant are set.

It still seems unreal that this is happening.  How did I ever get this disease?

I have a consultation for final signatures for approval of procedures on Friday the 16th.  I hate reading the details of those papers.  All the positive and negative possible consequences are listed.  But it is the same for any surgical procedure.  I read through them fast, acknowledge the reality of such, and get back on my knees to pray for the best.

On the way out of a local favorite store the other day a young mother carrying a child about one saw my mask and said to me “good luck, it works.”  I asked how she knew about the mask and she told me her husband just stopped wearing his after 2 years.  ”What did he have?” I asked.  ”MDS”  she said.  The same as me!  He was at the same hospital, same admitting doctor and he is doing great!  That’s what I needed to hear and need to remember.

The hope of success and the comfort and peace I feel as I proceed and the prayers and love of family and friends ( new and old) sustain me.