Bittersweet kind of day

And all is well. I'm doing so good apparently that my oncologist decided my blood tests will now be every 2 months rather than every month. Wow! I'm happy but feeling a little bit ehhh as I ran into a former hospital room mate of mine today. He was awfully skinny. I asked him if he had gotten his BMT yet (bone marrow transplant) as when we were hospital roomies (July) he was set up for one in September. It turns out he hadn't gotten it after all as he had gotten a lung infection of some kind and needs an operation for it before they can go ahead with the BMT. Fuck. Leukemia and lung infections...fuck, man. I hope he's OK. I can't stop thinking about how skinny he was and that it's already almost February and his BMT was set for SEPTEMBER (six months ago!) and he didn't get it yet. He had just become a father when he was getting chemo with me and would tell me about his new baby, who's still with his wife in Africa (I forget where). Apparently they're coming over to Montreal soon. Well, I hope everything turns out OK for him, and that's certainly an understatement! OK, so it's a bittersweet kind of day.