Big C Update II

First, the good, good, GOOD news:

They collected enough stem cells on the first day of harvest.

The average harvesting takes 2-4 days, because they try to harvest enough stem cells for 2-3 transplants. They freeze whatever isn’t used the first time, so that if you need another transplant in 3, 5 or 10 years, at least you don’t have to go through the harvesting again. I steeled myself for 2-4 days, and the possibility of even more. I recently heard of someone who went through eight days of harvesting.

Why is it so easy for me to accept when terrible things happen (in fact, I've grown to expect them), and so difficult for me to accept when something really good happens? Now that I say that out loud, and see it in front of me, I realize how indulgent and self-pitying it sounds; but if you look at my history of the last year, it seems perfectly reasonable.

Every step of this journey, I have been a Murphy's corollary: whatever can go wrong, will... at the worst possible time and place...and will be wrong to a degree never seen before. Everything from the original misdiagnosis to a near-overdose of some meds to fighting DieSuckah for coverage. There has never been a single event, a single test, a single appointment that has gone "better than expected," much less perfectly, until now, For the first time since my diagnosis, something has gone perfectly, and I'm having trouble switching gears and believing it's true.