Well. My chimerism is 97%, which is technically a successful transplant. But don't start rejoicing, as always with Constanze, it's far more complicated than that. There is a three per cent error withing that, so it could really be anywhere between 94% and 100%. The plan now is to try and get it up to 100%, so no partying until then. PUT YOUR PARTY HOOTERS AWAY. They took another special sample of blood today, and if it's still 96 or 97 in a month then there will be more lymphocytes to try and get my body to fight and make me a fully fledged German. In the words of Snowdon, my two opposing bone marrows (my own and the donor's) are just getting on too well. They need to have a domestic and German needs to throw the native marrow out the house.
Imran has officially completely gone now. He conveniently left in time to miss me, perhaps to avoid my slight eye-related wrath. Well, not really wrath. I just wanted to tease him a bit. Got to keep those doctors on their toes. He's gone to somewhere abroad to take up another job apparently, lucky bugger. Then to Belfast for more training! Can he stay in one place for more than 5 minutes?! I diagnose ADHD. But anyway, sad times. I wonder if there will be a new doctor to replace him...
So, to celebrate being a bit cured maybe not really but dancing on the proper edge like, I did some origami and made the above rabbit trisoctahedron because I'm a really cool person. Should probably aquire some real skills. Folding paper is not tip top cv material. There was a dumb lady in the car today, made me realise how I've forgotten nearly ALL my sign language... Not to mention the Arabic and Russian and my horrendously rusty Spanish. Haha, if I don't go back to Magdalen I doubt anyone in the world would employ me. Constanze the cancer survivor, great if somewhat useless legs, incredibly academic, relatively unstressable, liable to break out into random Eurovision songs at any given moment (18 days!) and with a third of an Oxford physics degree. Just what job does that lot qualify me to do? Offers/ideas please. Anyway, I'm rambling. It is beginning to dawn on me that there is actually like a whole lifetime to fill when I don't have cancer anymore. Eep. Exciting, but 60 years (perhaps being a bit optimistic there with my leukaemia-coming-back-statistics) is a whole lot of time... I have to drive an ice cream van into the desert and throw paint around and I have to eat a corn dog, but they take up no more than a couple of days at best. :S
Just applied for some tickets to the olympic weightlifting :D If I don't get them I will cry and be grumpy for FIVE MINUTES. Stupid olympics. £45 for one 2 hour event!!! Yeah, really accessible for all, congrats Lord Coe.
Two weeks off now. Let the wild rumpus begin!
Constanze.
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Although I'm definitely not in any way celebrating ... hooray for maybe probably being better than you were before!! xx
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