I'm stuffed, Now off to Vanderbilt

written by

kevin Jacobi

posted on

December 5, 2024

What a wonderful Thanksgiving. We hosted Tanner, Blake and his wife Kayla and our first grand baby – Penelope. In Land Basket tradition, we also hosted some close friends of the farm who would have otherwise been alone.

A busy time for me as we tried to prepare the house, get ready for Thanksgiving and at the same time prepare for departure to Vanderbilt the day after the kids left.

We got it done.  As I write this we are in Nashville. Cathy is on day 3 of CAR-T preliminaries. Tuesday was sedation and installation of a central line directly into the chest (like a PICC in the arm, but this is into the chest like a port).  Yesterday was cell harvested and today she does a few other things like another bone marrow biopsy (Uhg) and some other assessments designed for the re-infusion on new T cells in January.  

So far so good. Cell harvest was a 6-hour procedure and left Cathy exhausted and a little confused.  She was up most of the night insisting it was time to get up and get dressed – “no babe – its 2 o’clock in the morning, its time to go back to sleep”.

This morning, she is better, gaining her strength back. That is good because this afternoon the bone marrow biopsy will take it out of her again.

Friday should find us admitted to the hospital where she will undergo a hyper chemotherapy designed to hold cancer at bay until the t cells come back.

we will keep you posted 

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