In the hospital for two units of blood last night. The lab values certainly showed I needed it. To my disappointment, so far, there has been no improvement in symptoms, which adds another layer of perplexity. I’ve suspended hope for now. Denise says she has enough hope for both of us, which is a good thing. I think it is always easier for an outsider (meaning those who are not feeling the symptoms) to maintain their hope. Tomorrow is a big birthday for her and my hope is that I can focus on her, completely, for one day. My bad year has taken a toil on her.
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J. Michael Jones is married to Denise and is the father of five successful adult children, scattered around Washington state and Minnesota. He had a 38-year career as a physician associate, until he was forced into retirement by multiple myeloma in 2019. During his career, he waw a headache specialist at Mayo Clinic, and in the pacific northwest, and worked as a generalist in a variety of locations overseas, including Abu Dhabi, Oman, Cyprus, Egypt, Pakistan twice, Nepal, and Afghanistan's Khyber Pass. He has always loved to think and write, publishing seven books and countless journal articles. After retirement he has focused on his fiction writing including his coming book, The Stones of Yemen. View more posts