At the end of 2008, I was thrilled to get the results I was hoping for from Boston Medical Center. My bone marrow was still normal, the swelling in my legs was starting to diminish, and my kidneys were still continuing to slowly improve. The doctors could safely assume from my tests that no amyloid was being produced in my bone marrow, and told me no further treatment would be necessary at that point. I was "free to go" until my annual evaluation, which I will need for the rest of my life. I felt like jumping for joy!
The children's story I had written during that last bone marrow transplant was now sitting in my desk drawer. I was busy with the holidays and in great spirits after receiving this good news from BMC, and it was just getting more and more difficult to carve out the time to research publishers and create a fabulous query letter. With Jason now in kindergarten, I was enjoying the new routine, and volunteered regularly in his classroom. It was so nice to finally "live" my life and not have to prepare for another relocation or medical treatment. I had also found the perfect part-time job at Global Fitness Center, and was so happy to be back at work in the fitness industry. Even though I was just working at the front desk, the hours were perfect and I loved getting back to my workouts. I was getting back up to my normal speed, actually enjoying the daily grind of foodshopping, laundry, cooking meals, taking care of the house. But I wasn't quite yet 100%, and at the end of the day, I was much too exhausted to focus on my book project. I would collapse into bed around the same time as my 5-year old son.
About a year later, in April 2010, I was getting excited to see my friend Ali, who would be visiting from the west coast. She hadn't been to Boston since Jason was only five months old (doesn't he look comfortable with "Aunt Ali"?), and it had been two years since I had gone to Los Angeles to visit her.