Today, I’m at the clinic, basically for testing the chemotherapy they plan before my transplant. I took a big dose, then they’ve been taking blood samples every half hour. Some time between now and the 21st, the pharmacist will review the results and develop a perfect schedule for me to take my chemo.
In between tests, I decided to get up and walk some laps, and when I came around to the area where they do all the incoming blood tests, there was a patient there who I recognized. A celebrity.
I knew he had AML, and he’s from Atlanta, so it made sense he would come here. But it shows me that we’re all the same. We come to clinic and we get healed.
Now, I know this person was, at one time, waiting to get into remission so he could have another transplant. You see, his leukemia relapsed. It happens a lot. And I wanted to stop and ask him how he was doing. Is he in remission? He seemed as happy as any of us here. Maybe he was.
But, something told me to leave him to himself. I imagine I’ll read an update on him soon enough. So, on one of my laps, I nodded, and he nodded back.
And I prayed for him, again. And we went our ways.