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For those who understand Multiple Myeloma and are following Hamadaâ€™s clinical details the M-Spike(PP) is now a whopping 18.1 !! the higher this reading goes the more damage will be done to Hamadaâ€™s bones and vital organs which is the nature of this disease.

Hamada is to have another bone marrow aspiration (5th one in all) and a further X-Ray on his back and pelvis next Monday then on the 15th February the consultant will discuss at a meeting with other Haematology Doctors and Prof Russell from the Clinical Haematology Centre at Nottingham, with the view to Hamada starting Velcade which is a newer chemotherapy drug and one Hamada has not tried before and is allowed here on the NHS for first relapse. This is not an easy decision to arrive at and must be weighed carefully against Hamadaâ€™s poor blood counts and his quality of life now but as MM rears itâ€™s ugly head once more, the feeling is we must wage war with further Chemotherapy.

On the 8th of October it will be two years since Hamada’s Stem Cell Transplant and we once again thank Prof. N. Russell and his wonderful team at Nottingham’s "Centre of Clinical Haematology" for their expertise and for securing these past two years for Hamada. We continue with joy at each given day and try to make everyday as special as we possibly can.

In celebration I post here Hamadaâ€™s favourite Poem, apart from mine! ( Iâ€™m jesting of course)

From the Springtime of Love by Khalil Gibran.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

A Power Within

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Today’s visit to Haematology at Lincoln

Two Years Since Stem Cell Transplant.

From the Springtime of Love by Khalil Gibran.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving:

To rest at the noon hour and meditate loveâ€™s ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Khalil Gibran 1883 – 1931