When I checked in for my original treatment on March 15, I got an arm band as a hospital patient. Soon, they added another band with my blood information on it, to make transfusions easier. Ever since then, I wore the red striped blood band. Every three days I got a new one. In fact, if you look at photos of me, they all have that band.
Until today.
My CBC numbers have finally reached the level where, should my new marrow go its normal way, I won’t require any more blood or platelets. So today, my nurse cut off my last band.
So for the first time in four months, my left wrist is empty. Weird.
I’m sure I’ll get used to it.
Plumb Mad Dog Mean 