Bone marrow bone marrow bone marrow. Bone marrow partay. Jolly good news folks. I got drilled, unfortunately in a slightly less sexual way than most would read that, and my bone marrow nabbed. Routine stuff. The results however, were most impressive- in the words of my epic pocket sized doctor Yusef- "Very Good", meaning I am that German we all hoped I'd be. Constanze-1, Not needing another stem cell transplant-0.

When I'd just come out of me last bone marrow extraction there was an oldish bloke and his friend. We had a bit of a chat- he'd only been diagnosed a couple of days... He seemed ok about it though... Or so I thought. He was about to have a bone marrow too and he asked me if it hurt. This was the moment I discovered I don't have a way with words. "It's not too horrendous when they're DRILLING I suppose". Drilling was not a good word to choose, he went a bit pale. I managed to refrain from mentioning that the needle was the size of a biro. And that the nurse had just told me the story about the first extraction she helped with- the woman having it done had been screaming and the procedure disturbed one nurse so much she fainted... Jamie hates them too. I honestly don't think they're that bad, but I suppose my terrifyingly high pain threshold was diagnosed months ago... You could hit me with a saucepan and I'd think you'd given me a hug.

I don't feel all too awful now, but I've had a pretty crappy week. I went to poor Bianca's house for a sexy evening date, she fed me a lovely pizza and I just sicked it all into a carrier bag. And gave it to her dad, like a present, but better. My genorosity knows no bounds. I've been supertired, I am still very anaemic... But I do have blood on demand, which is probably the best service ever. Now all I need is a butler to bring it to me...

I looked in the mirror the other day and realised the massive physical change all this cancer has has on me... Stubble for hair, scars on my arms and chest and back, so much thinner... Obviously, still stunningly beautiful, but very different... On the inside my organs probably look like a sight from Iraq, but who needs health when you have one of those Marks and Sparks jellies with the raspberries in them? I can't remember if I already said, but by far the worst thing that's happened to my body is my nipples. I used to have really pale nipples, oh, how lovely they were, paler than the moonlight. And now I have NORMAL NIPPLES. Life sucks sometimes.

I am also still awaiting any word from Mr Stem Cell donor. I sent his thankyou card at the start of December, but I guess the process will be a long and slow one... If he doesn't want to be my friend I shall be sad. But, there are many moral and ethical undertones here. I wonder if he likes jelly? That wasn't one. I don't consider jelly a morally debateable subject.

Also, I needs me more tattoos. If I don't get better and inked soon I shall have to resort to going mental with a marker pen and my arms, which will be neither healthy nor impressive nor pretty. :(

My internet just cut out... I'm off to bed, but I'll post this in the morningggggg, when it better not have snowed or I'll get my machine gun out and attack Sian Lloyd. Actually, I think I'd do that anyway. I know they're divorced now, but she got to be married to Lembit Opik! Best politician ever. Jealousy.

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P.s I now have a fish named after me. The fish does not however have cancer. He is described as being 'zippy' and about an inch and a quarter long.. Adam- you'd better take care of him or we'll gang up on you and eat your brains. If the fish got Leukaemia I would be scared. Can fish get leukaemia? I'll ask one.