On August 26, The Plog celebrated its first birthday. A lot has happened in the past year, on so many levels. Thank you for allowing me to share my thoughts, feelings and occasional insights with you, my faithful readers. Writing my story has been therapeutic; your feedback in the form of posted comments, emails, phone calls or fireside/poolside chats has had a tremendous impact on the healing process. Medical professionals cured me on a cellular level. You’ve nursed me through the emotional peaks and troughs.
Next week, I have my one-year post-transplant check-up. After they drain me of what will seem like half my blood, a few vials of bone marrow will be extracted and analyzed. In mid-September, we should know the results of US vs. Australia in the 2008 Chimerism Cup Classic. I’ll also be receiving my first round of immunizations for various childhood diseases. All those years spent patiently and prudently acquiring immunity to nasty illnesses was rendered pointless by the pre-transplant chemo.
The Plog will not so much be unplugged as suspended in time. It was my year of living dangerously, and I prefer to keep those memories stashed in this virtual urn. I might check in from time to time to post medical updates or pithy comments. Frankly, I hope I don’t have to.
Lest you mist up at the idea that you’ll no longer be able to peer into my daily thoughts, activities, unsolicited opinions and pronouncements, despair not. I am pleased to inform you that I will be rolling out (tah-dah!) a new blog, possibly as early as next week. The bombast will not end, I promise you.
As soon as I write my first post, I’ll invite you to join me on my new chunk of cyberspace where I plan to blather about diverse topics including but not limited to books, running, language, parenting, food, current events, poetry, bouviers, and whatever’s stuck in my craw at any given moment. I hope to include links to some of my published work, if I can figure how to do the dang thing.
Stay tuned …