Meeting at Sloan Kettering
Today I had my meeting at Sloan post-emboli. I was pretty nervous about it and then I woke up to this sign in my front yard. And a text from Meg offering to watch Pete while I was in the city. And texts from everyone important, really.
I’m surrounded by so much love. I’ve been given my flowers before I’m gone and it’s so lovely and heartbreaking to hear what I mean to people. (Please keep it up, I am a narcissist!) And my house is filled to the brim with gifts off my Amazon registry. And my Venmo name seems to be a popular one. (Kellypatberg if you’re curious 😇😅😜)
It’s all so crazy and overwhelming. And I don’t feel worthy. But then I’m reminded that I am. I am, I am, I am worthy of this love.
During our meeting at Sloan, Dr. Oved told me he was still willing to transplant me; in fact he was eager to do it, saying I need a cure now more than ever if I’m throwing clots and dancing with death. The only rough news was that he wants to wait for me to get better and there’s also a delay in starting a crucial pre-chemotherapy infusion drug. So we are definitely transplanting—it’s no longer a question of if, but when.
When is looking like early fall. So I will have myself another summer at the beach, which makes me super happy. There’s so much I want to do and see with the kids. I can’t afford to do all the insanely expensive ideas I have buuuuut we will have fun regardless of what we do. Please write me if you have a free vacation house you’re not using lol.
Thanks for loving me, all.