1/ My husband is officially 6 months cancer free, according to last week's bone marrow biopsy.
He had a stem cell transplant for AML last June.
The day he was diagnosed, his white count was 135k. (Normal is between 4k-11k.)
2/He went into respiratory failure, had a heart attack, was put on life support, and as he crashed, I was told his prospects were "not good" by his doctor.
I was told over the phone, because COVID was in full swing on 1/13/21, the day he got sick.
I could not be with him.
3/ To everyone's shock and delight, he woke up 3 days later.
He was in the hospital for 3 weeks, getting his first round of chemo, scared and alone. I was not allowed to be there. Because of COVID.
This was when vaccinations were mostly for people who worked in healthcare.
1/ At the height of the COVID epidemic first wave that hit the original ground zero, Seattle, Washington, my husband volunteered to work as an ICU doctor instead of seeing patients virtually in his practice. We took a large financial hit, but it was 100% worth it...
2/ Later that year, he was diagnosed with AML, a type of cancer that nearly killed him the same day he was diagnosed. I couldn't be with him while he was hospitalized because of COVID. I couldn't be with him while he underwent treatment because of COVID...
3/ I stupidly thought that once vaccines were available, we were going to be able to breathe a sigh of relief while the rate of infection decreased. I thought we'd be able to see our kids again without worrying about him getting COVID.
1/ Totally disagree. I grew up in one of the most racist, segregated places in America. When I got to college, my first dorm mate was a black woman. There were no black people in my town. None. My parents weren't racists, but the culture I grew up in was.
2/ If I hadn't gone to college, met new people, had new experiences, taken African American history, etc, I probably would have stayed in that racist town, married some Republican, and popped out some racist kids to perpetuate the cycle.
3/ Instead, I met my husband, who moved to my college town (Ohio State which has its own problems with race, but compared to where I grew up, is practically a socialist utopia) from Puerto Rico. My second husband's father is Iranian. No chance I would have met them had I not left