Jefferson Martin

Jefferson Martin

Musings about old Volvos and the meaning of life.

Virus Theater

Today is my second 30 day test panel to see if the TKI chemo is still working.  I usually ride the train into town but with all the news about the coronavirus swirling around I decided to drive instead. Right now my immune system may not be as reliable as we would like and I

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The Right Direction

The first month of my targeted chemotherapy for the leukemia diagnosis seems to have worked well enough to continue the program. That is a step in the right direction. I will probably spend quite a while being tested on a thirty day cycle to develop a baseline for the efficacy of this Tyrosine Kinase Inhibitor

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Diagnosed Folks Don’t Play Well Together

I am beginning to believe the only thing missing from cancer support groups is people with cancer. There seem to be plenty of bubbly, smiling, well-intentioned, un-diagnosed people ready to facilitate these meetings and provide printed materials heavy on broad spectrum, generalized palliatives for those working through the cancer experience. Most of those well-intentioned folks

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Punctuated Equilibrium

One semester late into my college experience I was left with an hour void between classes. Being a commuter student, I was not afforded the luxury of napping in a dorm room for that hour and my choices were heading over to the student union building to consume junk food from vending machines or to

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Banana Cancer Jeopardy

Okay, this Chronic Myeloid Leukemia diagnosis has caught my interest. Especially in addition to my other existing cancer diagnosis. Those in the know tell me that targeted chemotherapy is available which can deliver an almost 90% effectiveness for keeping a soul like mine alive for anywhere from this particular day until that un-particular day when

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The St. John Question

I love coming to the Caribbean island of St. John with the family and here we are. I enjoy the juxtaposition of the lazy warmth here most any time of the year against the angry, cold and heavy hands of winter which clutch at the city of Philadelphia for seven months each year. The silence

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A Week of Salt Pond

Seems I am cleared to fly tomorrow with the family from Philadelphia to the island of St. John in the US Virgin Islands – actually the airport is on nearby St. Thomas – for a week of vacation and well-deserved rest for us all. Well, I am cleared so long as I check in with

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Island Time

It’s official. The race is on. At three a.m. on this dark but wondrous day here in Philadelphia, I began my chemotherapy for chronic myeloid leukemia in earnest. Racing for the cure, I was! The process was a little bit anti-climactic since I only had to parse out two small pills from a child-proof plastic

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Dyeing to Die

I’m probably going to file this in the ‘if I knew then what I know now’ bucket with the understanding that what I know now won’t change much about what I should have known then. Anybody have availability on a time machine? My oncology/hematology consult yesterday gave me a clear sense of the elements in

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Aw, man! This is not good – II

Okay, the neck cancer thing is dormant, as we speak, but today pops up the leukemia card. Oh, Jeeze, blood stuff. Based upon my genetic testing, I was exposed to benzene somewhere along the line in a sufficient amount to render a few face-clamps from the onco and hematology folks. Based upon this, my life

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