Mother Jones
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Quick health update: the stem cell collection went swimmingly this week. We now have loads and loads of fresh stem cells frozen and waiting for me when I go back for the final stage of chemotherapy. I got home yesterday, and at the moment I’m still fighting off some residual drowsiness from a week full of fairly powerful painkillers, but I’ve stopped taking them now and should be fine in a day or two. I hope.
The cats are fitting in nicely at my sister’s house. Last night they woke her up at 3 am to play, which is certainly a good sign. We have two pictures of the furballs this week. On the top is Hilbert, caught in the act of knocking over (1) Big Ben and (2) the Eiffel Tower from the top of a bookcase. On the bottom, both Hopper and Hilbert are staring intently at the front door even though nothing is there. But you never know. There might be something there any second. Best to keep ones eyes peeled, no?
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