My course of treatment has been set. The computer has randomly selected my name as part of the control group. I will be monitored every month for a year. Twelve more visits to Tufts. I am relieved but not entirely. There will be more bone marrow biopsies! I have had four and do not look forward to
having any more. Cheryl, my daughter, was with me during the last one and thought I had seen the needle. I hadn't. Not knowing that, she was so shocked she spontaneously exclaimed, "That's a wicked, evil-looking needle!" It is not the needle, no matter how it looks, that is the problem.
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