Follow along as I prepare for and hopefully survive a reduced-intensity allogeneic transplant from a matched, unrelated donor. 20% it kills me, 20% it cures me, and the other results are about the same as the aSCT I THOUGHT I was going to have last February. Of course, I also write about everything in my life having to do with fighting and living with cancer.
posted by Lon Nesseler at
11:48 PM
At Yale, I was one class ahead of George Dubya Bush and three behind Joe Lieberman. I graduated with Honors in English, then off Berkeley in 1967, where I learned about the sexual revolution and how to tell three kinds of tear gas by smell. I also was the only person in the history of the UC to jump from a five-year consolidated fellowship in English to the fledgling computer science department, where I was named a Regent's Scholar, of which there were precisely eight in the entire graduate division of UC. Then I made my big mistake, married badly, got pregnant, and had to take a job. Bessie, my daughter, is my Ph.D. I was in Artificial Intelligence and mission planning until the cancer hit in 1998 (I found out when I stepped up on the curb at the airport and my pelvis broke.) I have fought the cancer for more than eleven years now, and I have used the tools of evidence-based medicine successfully.
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