It wasn't Valentine's Day, but Harry did receive underwear from a girl! With limited time for us to do laundry, Mayim Lehrich arrived with boxers: flowers, flags, palm trees.
Harry's friend Alfred Moses, who just returned from a long trip to Israel, came by to visit, as did Harry's uncle, Michael Solomon.
Gil Rosen stopped by with his special kale shake to cure any ailment, and the Donvans have allowed hot meals by bringing a microwave. And thanks to the Altshuls we are swimming in water - so hold off on bring more for a bit.
Leon Wieseltier, who has been extraordinarily helpful, brought Harry a huge stack of classic movies to watch as he begins chemo.
We were all tested to see if we would be a marrow match. A transplant is sometimes necessary and we were told to test immediately rather than wait till it became necessary.
Next it was off to the PT Scan or, as my phone autocorrects it "Pets can." The scan caused Harry to become radioactive temporarily. And as Harry said not like Peter Parker who was bit by a spider but like Hulk who was actually was transformed by radiation from the mild Bruce Banner to the large green superhero. Even entering the machine, he cracked a smile. As he was radioactive he was not allowed contact (even his parents had to keep their distance) and visitation was canceled :(.
But the results were worth it. Nothing new lit up! The PT scan only showed the original tumor - meaning he seems clean everywhere else. This is huge! Tomorrow, Harry has the bone marrow aspiration (to see if it has turned to leukemia), a spinal tap and the installation of a central line. We may need to rearrange visitors as we will not know the timing till 7 am.
Harry starts ALL chemo tomorrow and the prognosis is very good. And even better: Harry hates the tone of this blog and plans a takeover in the near future featuring his snarky humour.
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