Here is our Christmas tree in the hospital room. And the load. We had a great time! Another Christmas.
Here is a picture of Sara's sister Elsa and her boyfriend (Scott) receiving some drums from Joel (Sara's Dad). The silly hat is actually the base of the drum, but I think it looks better on Scott.
Hey all,
Well since I have been here, things have been up and down. I felt very isolated from you all because of not having access to my blog. You were amazing, I felt so much love from you all, through all of the bells, cards, checks, and all of you wearing JJ's Compassion Crew Wristbands. If you are still looking for wristbands, we just ordered a bunch more, so you can one, or, if you already have one, buy a couple more and give or sell to friends. I can picture you all out there as part of a crew keeping me alive...you have no idea how wonderful this makes me feel.
This place is even more isolating than a normal floor. I am not able to leave my room (except for procedures (x-rays, cat scans, etc.).
There seems to be a great amount of support from the families of patients for each other. Which is great, because I worry so much about my family and how they are getting through this all. They all get there coffee and hang out at the end of the hall. I think it is great for everyone. It would be nice if the patients could do the same, but we would just get each other sick and complain about the food.
I am just starting to get used to all of the rules here, and the severity of the punishments that come with a violation of said rules. I will tell you more about the physical side later on today or tomorrow. And the choose your own adventure is still in the research and development stage.
Thank you for your love,
Cancerboy 'JJ'
Part 1.
I see you across campus in the winter moon, which is obscured by the clocktower’s rays. You are not hard to spot, though we were trying to be inconspicuous. You have your giant weird Peruvian mountain, which I shyly commented to you earlier as being cool, though truly thought was hideous. We write messages of rebellion, I cannot even remember why, but it seemed important enough at the Time. Me semi -eader of ragtag ‘activists’ “I’ll go with sara”, we chalk and laugh, you lightly demonstrate quirks about yourself that I now still both love and deride…ahh, yes, of course, that is the right colour and I apologize for obviously putting this off center.
Snow brushes off a Pine and obscures my sight of your beautiful eyes, I gasp, the snow is gone…yes she is the one. We reconnect with others; you and I head off to my house. Why is she still wearing that stupid hat, we are inside? I guess she likes…I like her, I should learn to like the hat…maybe. Are you hungry? I cook for you for the first time, Butter noodles and Greek seasoning…You smile, I want to melt, but that hat and why is she suddenly so red where the knot is. And then I figure it out…Yes She is the one.
Untie the knot, unite the soul.
Before we went into the hospital for the transplant, I wanted to make a gingerbread house. I have never made one from scratch. Here are some pictures of me making it. You will also see a wonderful overhead view of my beautiful bald head (ahh, God!). For some reason, though she is easier one to look at, you cannot see Sara helping, but she did and she was awesome. Our house rules...I hope we took a final picture.
Love ya,
JJ
