Out of the mouths of babes.

As Paula put it, I feel blah. The almost permanent nausea is starting to get boring now, no-one told me that without a womb it would be impossible to even think about coffee, never mind drink it.

Any way this is meant to be a Myeloma blog, so I'll get back onto topic. Mike finally had his kidney biopsy yesterday. A day late, but it did mean he got two lovely units of blood on Monday instead. Mike was telling me during visiting yesterday that two medical students had been present for his biopsy. They asked him various questions about why he was in hospital and his medical history, standard stuff really. After a while though the first year student suddenly said "Can I ask you a question? What is Multiple Myeloma?" closely followed by the third year saying, "Yes I wondered that.". Mike of course obliged them, he can talk the hind legs off a donkey 99% of the time. He had just finished explaining when the doctor who was going to do the procedure reappeared. She told the students that if they wanted to be renal specialists then they really must go to the library and read up on the dreaded MM. (Now I'm not normally a squeamish person, but when Mike decided to try and relate the whole kidney biopsy procedure during visiting time yesterday I nearly parted company with my lunch. )