Ten Day Rest

Jon got a message yesterday that his cell collection is rescheduled for December 1. By now we have forgotten all the other dates we were focused on, but in fact this is only about one month later than the original pheresis date. For all the turbulence that has occurred in the last two months, it's not so bad to be just a month behind schedule. Whatever that means. One of the issues is that he has not been on any kind of cancer treatment since the end of September. This has given him time to recuperate and he is also in a quiet race against the myeloma, which is starting to rumble again.

One week ago today -- only one week! -- Jon said at 5:00 in the morning, "we have a situation." This was the sudden swollen, painful ankles. That is now a memory. Who knows what that was, but it is gone. And then he spent four days in the hospital getting antibiotics for what was probably a viral pneumonia and he was put back on a blood thinner because that was part of his history. The best thing about that hospital stay was the oxygen and the good nurses. 

The blood thinner prescription is what stopped us this time. The hospitalist just didn't understand that there could be a surgical procedure in the near future, even though it was clearly part of Jon's record. And we forgot that blood thinners are off limits for a few days before surgery. Of course they are.

Oh well, I got to work with everyone for the last real day of the farm season. Between all of us, we filled the cooler with piles of leafy greens and roots and we got all the market loads ready. Jon stayed in the warm house and had a nice, quiet day.

Last night was the End of Season Farm Dinner, an annual evening of congratulating ourselves for a job well done and for reaching one finish line, one more time. It was nice to be there, even though Jon was sequestered at home (where he generally would choose to be anyway). We work with a lot of smart, caring, funny, quirky, hard-working people. Rebecca had seen the handwriting on the wall early in the week and had ordered the whole meal from a Thai restaurant -- Jon usually cooks this dinner, but she was not even going to let him think about doing that.

So, all we have to do now is celebrate Thanksgiving with everyone, Rebecca will have a baby next week, and we have to keep Jon healthy. There is always more to keep us happy and busy.

Happy Thanksgiving to all, and thank you for your notes and prayers and loving attention. We appreciate all of the ways that people care for us, near and far.

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  1. Bill SilvaNovember 23, 2025 at 7:41 AM

    Just catching up on all you’ve been going through these last few weeks. Frustrations and progress both…your patience and persistence are admirable. You’re all continually in my thoughts. Wishing you a happy Thanksgiving all together, and keeping hope alive for forward movement on Jon’s treatment once December rolls around. Love to all.

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  2. LaurieNovember 24, 2025 at 1:47 PM

    Thinking about all of you. Happy Thanksgiving and peace and health to all

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