I wish my doctors talked with each other.

Not all of them, just the main ones:  My two oncologists, my primary care physician, and my nephrologist.  Those are the doctors that I see regularly.

Sometimes they send each other their notes from my most recent visit, although I’m not sure this happens efficiently all the time.  On top of that, I suspect that these office visit notes don’t get read until I pop up in the queue for an appointment with one of those doctors.  That could be weeks, even…

The week between Christmas and New Year is a time to appreciate, give, and celebrate. It is also a good time for reflection.

I imagine what direction my own life will take during 2012. What do I want? What can I do?

I wonder about the people who have just received a diagnosis for multiple myeloma and others who remain in treatment. I wonder about people suffering from a variety of other ailments, as many of my friends are.

People make resolutions at this time of year, and many of…

Five or six years ago, I noticed that my wife was consistently biking a lot faster than I was when we took bike rides on the weekends or when I met her on her way home from work. 

So, as a 60^th birthday present to myself, I bought a very lightweight bike constructed out of space-age material in the hope that I could keep up.

Alas, the flashy new bike didn’t help: my wife continued to outpace me. She is a tiny woman, but she also is two years younger…

It is hard to believe Christmas is here.  I’ve mentioned to some friends that, since my sister Deana’s myeloma diagnosis on April 27 this year, I’ve had little sense of the passage of seasons and holidays. I suspect many of you understand. 

Since my last column, Deana, who underwent a stem cell transplant the day before Thanksgiving, has been released from the hospital. So Christmas came early for us. 

When Deana was admitted for her transplant, one of the doctors came by the first day (Day Minus Two) and told…

So why name this column “Me vs. MM”?

Because I basically consider myself at war with multiple myeloma, and my philosophy is to battle it as best I can.

I realize it might be more appropriate to name it “Us vs. MM”, since ours is definitely a collective effort that includes family, friends, doctors, nurses, and many others.

But, in the end, I just felt the personal part of the battle – the “me” – is too important to leave out.  In the end, I am the one who is…