48 Hours....

So...here we are, we have a couple of days left before we become members of a small group of people that receive a double cord blood transplant. 

 Unit One, Ellie May, is type O.  Some of her cells have been thawed and when mixed with Meb's cells did not have any sort of bad reaction. 

Unit Two, Pearl Anne, is also type O.  She did not object to the introduction either. 

All three girls are going to have to live together for a long time.  And I need them to be kind to the new body.  We love them both and they need to not cause trouble because of any concerns that no one is rooting for either.  Everyone needs to understand that both are needed to make this work and one is just going to have to take one for the team.  One will more than serve her purpose but will need to gracefully bow out.  She will be there to help and cheer the other but at some point she will fade away after doing her job.  She is sort of like a booster rocket.  No one goes to space without it but it never gets to go to space.

I woke up this AM with wet cold Lily kisses.  Coffee is made.  I have to be thankful to Lily for the wake up because I do really really love the quiet of the morning.  It give me a bit of time to think, a few tears can escape without much concern.  I can ponder the journey we are taking.  I can be so so thankful for the last several non-Chemo weeks we have had. It has been a great time.  Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, impromtu Space Needle lunch, lots of time with friends.  A real quiet but satisfying time that we have just spent quietly together in waiting rooms.  Meb complaining about how grumpy old cancer people are and my continual mentioning of the smell of smokers.

We needed this time.  Time to prepare, time to sleep, time to sort out a few things, like the messy basement.

Now we pack, now we say a few prayers. Now we head out on a trip we never wanted to go on but must do so, it is now the main booster to the rest of Meb's life. 

 I just hope the O rings are in good shape.