In December I wrote a couple posts about my brother, Peter. He was suddenly diagnosed with leukemia at the age of 50. He received 14 days of straight chemotherapy and was in the hospital for nearly six weeks. Tests came back with a positive result, or so we thought. The last we saw him, Peter said that the chemo had done the trick. He had lost nearly 40 pounds and was very weak. They sent him home about two weeks after the chemo treatments. We were traveling in Japan at the time. Recently we have been traveling again but have been getting bits of information from my father. Peter was feeling worse and had gone back to the hospital for more tests, but was not kept overnight. They informed Peter that they needed to start up the chemo treatments again. Apparently the original positive results were not conclusive and later tests showed the leukemia was not fully in remission. After a few more weeks have passed, we received information from my father yesterday, that Peter will now be sent to a different hospital for a stem cell transplant, or bone marrow transplant. He will be in another hospital, which is actually only a couple miles from our house (and none of my husband’s ex-affair partners work there, that I know of) for approximately four weeks. There is a 40% chance of success with the transplant. I am not sure at this point if the transplant is still working on the leukemia, or replacing other cells that were damaged in the chemotherapy process. After the procedure, he will go stay with my parents for a few weeks and await further maintenance chemotherapy treatment. Not sure when he finds out whether the transplant was successful. I am so saddened by the news that my brother is enduring even more pain. This is certainly another wake up call to me that I need to deal with the health issues I have some control over, because health is fleeting… and life is short.