Our US Air flight from GJ to San Diego via Phoenix was smooth and after a short wait curbside we were shuttled seamlessly across the border. It amazes me how different things can be in the distance of a few short miles and a line marked by barbed-wire; cell phone signal, store fronts and driving customs to name a few. As we entered the familiar lobby of Hospital Angeles I reflected on my moments of frustration the days prior to departure while attempting to navigate the details of this trip. Clarity and follow-through are not strengths of this facility while patients are abroad, but I knew we'd be taken care of upon arrival. I was right. We weren't a dozen steps in before we were met my our striking (in my biased opinion) International Patient Coordinator. We worked out details and payment and were escorted to Dr. Perez's office. Along the way we bumped into Dr. Perez, in his soaked gym clothes carrying a small office table. Not the first impression he wanted to make, he later explained to my mother, but I think we both appreciated the glimpse of the real person behind the usual lab coat. At the office seventy mL of blood were extracted from my Hickman port and we were told the next appointment would be Friday for the first dose of NK cells (see past blog for details). At that point other possible treatment options would be discussed as well, depending on breakdown of my current blood chemistry.
This visit down is being done on an outpatient basis because of the less strenuous treatment regime and to keep me out of the hospital as much as possible due to my still low WBC. It is saving a bit of money as well. We are staying on the 4th floor of the Camino Real, about a fifteen minute walk away from Angeles. We bought some basics at the grocery across the street, but are having most of our meals at the hospital to keep me on the proper balanced diet of organic fruits and veggies and appropriate proteins. Our game plan until Friday is pretty much to hangout, rest, read, write, and walk. I think we'll throw in some games of cribbage and gin rummy as well. Truly, it's mom and son time. Here we are after breakfast this morning: