Upon my return to home from Stem Cell Land, I share this observation.
During my stay, I essentially sat in a hospital room - waiting to get sick. Crazy, right?! Actually, it is a bit of a twist on the normal (though almost always unfortunate) way things work. Usually, we get sick or have an emergent medical need, and then go to the hospital to get better.
By contrast, I checked into the hospital, was administered a WMD-level dose of chemo, and then monitored in case I got sick (contracted an infection). They watched and waited as my white blood cell count dropped to 0.0 (for a few days) and then slowly began to creep back up in tiny increments as the stem cells started to do their job - rebuilding the demolition zone. All the while, my Med team was poised to pounce should an infection take hold and challenge my fledgling immune system.
So there I sat, charting each hour toward an unknown release date, hoping I wouldn't get sick, knowing that I was getting better, and essentially improving by doing nothing.
Hmmmm . . . I think I’ve had too much green Jell-o.
