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Friday, July 22, 2016

Speaking of Numerical and Lyrical Love

Ours was a numerical and lyrical love. I'm often reminded of Marshall when I see certain numbers and hear certain songs. I know it's super nerdy, but he let me continue to be my mathematical, quizzical, left-brained, logical self and numbers girl through our relationship.  It started on the very day we met, November 13th- or 11/13. My favorite number was 111 and his was 3 long before we ever met that day. So naturally, we got married on that same day 1 year later. He liked to tell people 'we got married the day we met' with no explanation which would definitely get some bug eyes and I was left to explain. I miss his punny jokes.

Speaking of numbers, today is the 23rd. Marshall invented this other idea that we each had a day of the month that was our very own and it was the day of the month we were born. So every 11th was Kezman's day, every 23rd was mine, and finally every 30th was Marshall's. I just realized his funeral was on his day of the month, the 30th. On "our day" every month we got to do something special we wanted, have our favorite treat or whatever it was we chose. Those monthly celebrations got a bit more difficult as Marshall was often hospitalized the past 4 years, but they also became something different to look forward to in the dreary hospital walls no matter how small the thing was we chose. It just made each one of us feel special every month. So since today is MY day, I'm going to indulge a bit here since I don't have my man.

Speaking of feeling special, I TOTALLY miss him making me feel special. He often told me he thought the world and beyond of me and I just miss hearing those words. He was a talker and a verbal processor and I often thought, "man he talks a lot". Now I would give anything to just spend hours listening to him like I used to. His son is a lot like this though and rarely stops talking. I'm worried about him starting kindergarten this year and getting in trouble for talking.

The song Marshall proposed with has a verse that goes, "If I wrote you poetry and music, tried my best to sing. If I lived my life to serve and please you, bought a diamond ring. If I owned the world and all it's riches, I'd gladly give it up. But it wouldn't be enough. No it wouldn't be enough to say I love you because the words could not express what it's like to look into those lovely eyes and feel such tenderness. It wouldn't be enough to hold you closely at the end of every day and tell you that my day was long without you. I hope that you're ok. It wouldn't be enough- Amanda baby, but I'd do it anyway". He told me later that that was the first time he'd put a girl's actual name in a song he'd written. He wrote that only a month after he met me as a Christmas gift. I'd pick a song he wrote for me over a material gift any day of the week and twice on Sunday.  I objected because the song, "AJ" he wrote a week or two after he met me had my nickname in it. His lyrics often pierced my soul. I appreciate the meaning and depth behind his lyrics which are so different than some of the shallow and repetitive songs that are on the radio sometimes. He gave me his CD that was produced in Minnesota that first November 13th we met and I stayed up until early in the morning listening to every song and even texted him my favorite song numbers which ended up being 11 and 3 if I recall correctly. His lyrics still often pierce my soul. Like the part, "my day was long without you. I hope that you're ok". I want to tell him that nightly now.
You can purchase this CD or whichever song you choose including, "It Wouldn't Be Enough" mentioned earlier by clicking here on Marshall's ITUNES songs.
All proceeds go to Kezman's mission fund as Marshall had written down.

When I designed our wedding announcements, the border was with alphas and omegas since the symbols for them look like 'as' and 'ms' (we flipped the omega symbol on the border to look like an m). The 'beginnings' and the 'ends'. Why did his symbol have to stand for the ends anyway? Now that I think about that, maybe there was something more to that. I prefer sunrises and he preferred sunsets. I thought breakfast was the most important meal of the day while his "tummy just wasn't awake enough yet". If we were road tripping, I'd rather stay one more night and wake up early to drive home while he preferred driving home that night no matter how late it was.

Another part of the song says, "if I wrote you love notes every afternoon with lots of mushy stuff, no it wouldn't be enough". He really DID write me tons of love notes. I have boxes and journals full of them. The last love note he gave me was on 11/13, 5 days before he died and exactly 7 (full, complete) years after that first 11/13. That note was so sweet and he talked about paradisaical glory. Did he know? I don't know. But even more meaningful has been some poems I have found now that he's died that he never even told me about. Speaking of lovely eyes from the previous lyrics, I found this poem entitled, "Her Eyes":

"Her Eyes" was a poem he wrote and I have no idea when or why because the first time I'd seen it was after he died. Those eyes he wrote about bawled like a baby while reading the words. I mostly feel like these eyes are still in the middle of the rainstorm, just like the sky after he died in Pennsylvania on the 18th literally POURED rain like I've never seen before just as my eyes have poured more buckets of tears than I ever thought possible. I often was Marshall's editor and I had obviously never seen this poem because of the way he'd spelled chameleon and I love that there's a pond in the lyrics because of our son's middle name being Pond.

Like the sky after a rainstorm,
misty hues of sage and sea. 
Tell stories of an unknown rolling landscape, 
strangely familiar like a mysterious dream. 

Her chameleon eyes absorb the beauty of
her surroundings and reflects it ten fold, 
the mirror of a verdant mountain pond in spring. 
Clear and rippling from it's core to borders. 
Trimmed in lashes like arching pines bent backwards.

Revealing her glistening emerald surface, 
delicate like the wings of an exotic butterfly. 
Her stare reaches unknown depths, 
Neptune from the Sun.
I'm immersed. 
Descending a submarine surface
caught in her gaze 
like swirling clouds of an unknown planet

We loved to hike together and Marshall's favorite hike was White Pine Lake.

Speaking of swirling clouds, Marshall would often watch the sun set and the sun rise, but especially the set. I feel like there have been a few sunsets he sent just for me lately since I told him often he was my sunshine. One of them was on the 18th, the day of the month he died:
Sunset on the 18th. Photo Credit: Alan Kearsley
Please keep trying to glue my broken pieces back together with your golden sunsets Marshall.

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Lullaby: Goodnight My Treasure

There are some days I don't know how I get through even with looking at pictures and videos of Marshall. Lately I have been finding a lot of pictures he took of us sleeping. Especially pictures of Kez asleep. I hope it means that now he watches over us as we sleep.

There was a beautiful song, a "lullaby" he wrote when he was young that I also found amidst his things. I remember him playing a recording of the song for me while we were dating, but I have yet to find the recording. I do remember the melody somehow from all those years ago, so I've been singing it to Kez at night sometimes. Here are the lyrics:

Goodnight My Treasure 
-lullaby for when I have kids (he wrote that on the side)

verse 1: 
Goodnight my treasure
Goodnight my special little one
May you awaken
to the light of the morning sun

verse 2:
Goodnight to starlight
Goodnight to the angelic moon
May peace be with you
May calm sweet slumber find you soon

At night we kneel
to say our prayers
And we find peace
from worldly cares

Now rest your head
and close your eyes
And dream of
starlit summer skies

verse 3:
Goodnight my child 
Goodnight my special little friend
And while you're sleeping
Protecting angels heaven send

I hope Marshall truly is our protecting angel. I think I may have been more in a fog these last 7 (almost 8!!) months than I realized. I think I tried to run from and ignore my grief more than I'd like to admit, but the only way through it is THROUGH it as hard as it may be. Also I realized that I won't ever move on from him. He would be the first person in the world to encourage me to move FORWARD though. He probably was the most forward moving person I ever had the privilege to encounter. 

Now that we are closer to the 1 year mark than ever before, I have felt a heavy weight as though it's time to start making some big decisions when it comes to our family and what is best for us and especially for Kezman's future. I still don't trust myself to make a right decision for some reason though. It's like some other lyrics I listened to the other day that said, "I'm paralyzed without you". Of course it made me think right away of Marshall because of all the physical paralysis that happened to his face when the leukemia was in his spinal fluid. Marshall and I had a lot of plans and dreams post cancer that I don't know if I'll want to do without him. What's the point? Some moments I wonder why I care about anything without him. I know that's silly, but it's just how I've been feeling lately.
So if any of you have found yourself at a crossroad in life that you never intended and your life took you climbing up a cruel mountain that took away your most prized treasure, what did you do? How did you get through every day? I have a beautiful, bubbly smiling boy that gives me joy, but also reminds me so much of what I've lost that it's a heart-wrenching happiness.

One thing I may finally do to help me get through the days is take the advice of my grief group counselor and write some things on this blog. There were so many tender mercies that were granted to me at the time of Marshall's death and now I feel like my memory of them are fading so I need to write them down. Especially in a place where Kez can read them. As he gets older he is getting more interested in looking at the videos, pictures, and hearing the stories of his dad to keep his memory alive. How did we get here? Lost without our treasured father and husband. For now I'll keep singing Kez the lullaby with his angel dad protecting him. During Kez's prayer tonight he said, "Please bless that Heavenly Father can always be with us and that daddy can still take care of us". He still points out that Marshall's spirit is here and there sometimes.

Thursday, July 7, 2016

Marshall's Dream: The Contest

I meant to post this on June 27th because that's when he shared it 3 years ago (3 was his favorite number), but time slipped away.

The Contest


Last night I dreamed a dream. The details of which are now obscure. What I do remember is this.

At the commencement of the dream I was amidst a contest. In front of me was something very desirable. The other contestants were standing in a line with me and they also had an object of great desire before them. The object itself was locked somehow – not necessarily by a key but by some puzzle or riddle. The object and the puzzle seemed to be different for each person. More desirable than the prize before me was to be the first one to crack the code – there was a glory in it. Over a loud speaker a voice was urging everyone to hurry, hurry and be the first – to win the race. 

Although I didn’t know what being the first would bring me I really wanted to win! It seemed I used all my mental capacities and physical skill to solve the puzzle or “open the box” before me. My efforts were fruitless and I began to despair.

Soon I noticed a commotion. One contestant had left their station and had began to walk down the line and “open other peoples boxes” – I wondered how one person could be so innovative as to know how to solve so many puzzles that nobody else could? I watched in amazement, and wondered why this individual hadn’t been announced the winner. It was then I realized that their box, their riddle, their dilemma had not been solved. 

Epiphany, I left my station and began to “open up boxes” for others with ease. Down the line I went and soon others began to do the same. The voice on the loudspeaker was shouting as if we had broken the rules and would be disqualified. It didn’t matter though, those who had been served were happy and those who served even happier. They had attained the object of desire, not alone but together and for eachother.

(Amanda now) This dream floors me now. I feel like many patients and doctors alike are trying still to 'crack the code' of the cure to leukemia. He put so much physical, mental, and emotional energy into being cured. Only to now have left his station, but not without helping others to be cured of their leukemia. I am sure that much of the stuff he went through and his eventual death has already saved others who were fighting for their lives. He cracked others' codes in a very real way through helping blinatumomab be FDA approved and helping the t-cell trial to help others. 

This last week I had many triggers that put me back in that place of grieving hardcore for the loss of my Marshall. A beautiful friend fighting for her life while battling leukemia, family of a friend losing a spouse, the Star Spangled Banner being played at church where I could just picture him standing and boldly singing, some words and reminders that hurt my heart, holiday, our wedding song coming on in a restaurant where I remember he ate spicy food until he cried, and being without him physically I just hope my broken heart can handle whatever is thrown at me next. I miss you Marshall.

Sunday, May 15, 2016


Widow. There. I said it. It only took six months, but there it is. Staring me blankly in the face as I type this just as it is you while you are reading this. It didn't feel or sit right with me for a while. Maybe not even now. Probably because I felt Marshall so closely and had some of the most spiritual experiences of my life just after his death. I still feel him around at intervals and Kezman much more frequently than myself. One time at a museum and another time at kindergarten registration (may I add that these were both times I was really, really missing him), Kez has informed me that his daddy is with him "all the time mom. Come on mom, stop crying, I saw a white light and he was there and saw everything with me". I believe that Marshall will help his son from the other side of the veil. I need ALL the help I can get being a single mom.

I've been thinking of one of the things that impressed me the most about Marshall while I was dating him. He would often visit two elderly widows. I remember them well and can see their faces and hear their voices because of how often we would visit them. Sweet Lillybell and feisty Antoinette. They were not his family nor members of his church. Sometimes he would play his guitar for them or sometimes we would just sit and watch a Jazz game. I grew to love these women just like they loved Marshall because we spent a lot of time with them and it seemed like they weren't afraid of anything. I was reading an entry in Marshall's journal the other day and I caught the words, "she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in that moment" on the next page and chuckled to myself thinking, "now which girl is he talking about?" He wrote about a lot of girls in his journal- he was a little girl crazy for a while and I was pretty much the opposite- good at pushing guys away, so I'm not sure how that all worked out :). Anyhow, the woman he was talking about was actually Lillybell- well into her eighties and curlers in her hair. It was something she'd said about worrying about the afterlife that caused Marshall to view her in that light in that moment.

Now that I am a widow I know how much that time meant to each of these women. How wonderful for someone to just come offer their company- no matter what it was they did. Being a widow is often a lonely place.  It's not because we don't have friends or we are not outgoing. It's partly because we are grieving and don't want others to see it. Also partly because the friends and family in our lives do not fit in our world like they once did without our spouse. We are in the process of reinventing our lives and where we should be to benefit ourselves, but mostly our children without their parent. That includes location, relationships, everything. Just imagine every relationship in your life, especially the people closest to you, all changing all at once. BAM! You're no longer married (by no choice of your own), all goals change at once, and most importantly the person you loved the most and spent almost all phone calls, texts, relationship-building efforts on is also suddenly gone. Your kid now only has you to depend on for all physical needs. The very purpose you have been on the front lines fighting for years and basing all decisions, even who to work for and how to provide the best care for the cause you were engulfed in 24/7 is now no more... 

Now, being a part of this 'widow group' that really no one wants to be a part of- I have met more people who I revere and feel like aren't afraid of anything. They are strong, independent, and inspiring because they have to be. There is no other choice in the life of a widow. All while missing the person you love the most, you're expected to figure out all the bills, the legal matters, taking care of a home, a car, and most importantly kids by yourself. You're now living a life that you had planned and that had been ok to do with someone else alone.  Don't get me wrong, I am sure that people on the other side of the veil are trying to do their part, but I'm also sure they are trying to inspire others to help as well. 

One way I feel that Marshall has blessed me from the other side has been a friendship with an apostle and his wife. I appreciate such a busy apostle taking some time to spend with me last week. It reminds me of the scripture James 1:27 "Pure religion and undefiled before God and the Father is this, To visit the fatherless and widows in their affliction, and to keep himself unspotted from the world". 

I think Marshall did a great job at keeping himself unspotted from the world the last years. I also think Marshall knew more about life and what would become of his life than he would tell anyone, including myself and his mother. In fact, he wrote those very words down, "What I won't share with my wife or mom is the idea that maybe God is just giving me a little extra time to be with them before he calls me to the other side...when it's your time, it's your time". 

I also remember while dating him having a very prominent experience one night. I had gone into his home and saw posted on the fridge, "deep water is what I'm wont to swim in". It was a quote from the prophet Joseph Smith. It left such a HUGE impression on me that I almost broke up with him that night. I knew that Marshall would be called to swim in deep, strenuous, thrashing waters in his life in that moment. Although I had no idea at the time what would be in those waters, the Lord had given me a premonition and I do not deny to this day that after knowing that, I chose to stay by Marshall's side. I chose it. I think it's because I had just returned home from serving for a year and a half in a foreign country learning a foreign language living a foreign life. Timing is everything right? So I remember deciding, "bring it- I got this with you whatever it may be!" I never in a million years thought that would mean a long cancer battle, three FDA clinical trials, and now being widowed. I think if I had seen the future (which oftentimes on this blog I have posted I wish I could have), I may have actually broken up with him that night. I'm glad I didn't see the future. As hard as things have been and are I am grateful for who they've made me and the faith I now have in the Savior and eternal life. No one can take my trials away (I've wished a time or two), but they also can't take away my testimony and experiences.

Thursday, March 17, 2016


Today I have been thinking of how very lucky we have been to have Marshall as a part of our lives. He taught us more goodness and heavenly thoughts than I ever would have learned without his influence and without our experience. And for everyone who taught and continues to teach us how much good there still is in the world even when it looks so bleak.

I took a break from blogging for a while to try and process my very heavy grief. I was encouraged to blog or journal some more last month in a grief class I was taking and still haven't touched it until now. One of the thoughts I appreciated most from that class is,

                               "Every one can master grief save those who have it"

I will not be able to master my grief, but people keep telling me it will get better. Four months tomorrow. Today was the day he barely survived those four months ago. His ringtone whenever anyone called was, "This is my fight song". The last lyrics of that song still ring inside my head often, "I've still got a lot of fight left in me" because I do. Now I need to find that cause I am passionate for to fight about. Is it still curing leukemia? Is it something different? These and many, many questions are things I am discovering.

I'm grateful Marshall changed the name of this blog to Life Reinvented. I really have to reinvent my whole life now that he has passed on. My dreams are not the same and my plans are definitely not the same. My life and purpose used to revolve around my husband and the leukemia. Even both of my jobs I am able to work from any internet location so when we traveled for his treatments I could still work from whatever location we were in. Now that all that has changed, I find myself lost. Honestly, I am just trying to find myself and figure out who I am now. I am trying to reinvent my life. It doesn't work to jump to the WHY and get back to the normal. I am told new life will emerge, but I haven't seen it yet.

          "To live is to suffer; to survive is to find meaning in the suffering-
          if there is a purpose in life at all. There must be a purpose in suffering
          and dying- but no one can tell another what that purpose is"
                                             -Victor Frankl

Saturday, December 26, 2015

A Lesson in Prayer

Marshall Kenneth Jensen passed on to continue his mission with the spirits in heaven at 3:56 EST at the Hospital University of Pennsylvania on 34th street in Philadelphia on November 18th, 2015. Just as he last blogged, while we were busy making our plans to try yet another clinical trial, God had other plans for our beloved Marshall. We miss him dearly. After reading through his journal entries and several other things, it became very apparent that he knew his remaining time on earth would be short. His death was calm, peaceful, and a very spiritual experience for me. Some time I may write about the sacred experience, but at the present it is still so tender in my heart. In true Marshall fashion, the viewing was held on C.S. Lewis' birthday. 

Here is a link to the beautiful services that he wrote:

Please click here to listen to Marshall K Jensen funeral services

That in and of itself is a blogpost enough. I also wanted to share the prayer I was reciting every morning the last few days before he passed. I recited it from a book I was reading about being a praying wife. I had to work hard on my personal praying for quite a while because I felt as though I was drowning and that God was not listening to years of pleading for Marshall's leukemia to stay in remission. Also as I watched Marshall's intense pain get worse even though he was on a huge dose of methadone AND a morphine pump, it hurt SO much to watch; I still can't believe he could bear it and I felt as though my pleadings with the Lord weren't helping Marshall and the pain just kept getting worse.  Now I know that the purpose of prayer is for us to align our will with the Father, not for God to change His mind about what should happen in our lives.  Marshall fulfilled his mission on the earth and even the intense pain and suffering of the last four years with a smile on his face (even when it was paralyzed and he couldn't actually physically smile), music in his heart, and an unshakeable testimony of his Savior Jesus Christ.

Here are the words to my borrowed prayer:

"Lord, You alone know the depth of the burden my husband carries. I may understand the specifics, but You have measured the weight of it on his shoulders. I've not come to minimize what You are doing in his life, for I know You work great things in the midst of trials. Nor am I trying to protect him from what he must face. I only want to support him so that he will get through this battle as the winner.
God, You are our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble (Psalm 46:1). You have invited us to "Come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need" (Hebrews 4:16). I come before Your throne and ask for grace for my husband. Strengthen his heart for this battle and give him Patience to wait on You (Psalm 27:1-4). Build him up so that no matter what happens he will be able to stand strong through it. Help him to be always "rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation, continuing steadfastly in prayer" (Romans 12:12). Give him endurance to run the race and not give up, for You have said that "a righteous man may fall seven times and rise again" (Proberbs 24:16). Help him to remember that "the steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord, and he delights in his way. Though he fall, he shall not be utterly cast down; for the Lord upholds him with His hand (Psalm 37:23-24).
I pray he will look to You to be his "refuge, until these calamities have passed by" (Psalm 57:1). May he learn to wait on You because "those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint" (Isaiah 40:31). I pray that he will find his strength in You and as he cries out to You, You will hear him and save him out of all his troubles (Psalm 34:6)."

Here are a few quotes that were shared with me from Elder Bednar's office that I have loved as well after Marshall died. 

President Joseph Fielding Smith (in his remarks at the funeral services for Elder Richard L. Evans)
“May I say for the consolation of those who mourn, and for the comfort and guidance of all of us, that no righteous man is ever taken before his time.  In the case of the faithful saints, they are simply transferred to other fields of labor.  The Lord’s work goes on in this life, in the world of spirits, and in the kingdoms of glory where men go after their resurrection.”

Elder Neal A. Maxwell
“A mortal life may need to be ‘shortened’ by twenty years as we might view it—but if so, it may be done in order for special services to be rendered by that individual in the spirit world, services that will benefit thousands of new neighbors with whom that individual will live in all of eternity.  Perhaps this reality is yet another reason and reminder why we are urged to pray only for ‘our daily bread,’ for disciples must be portable.  Our omniloving and omniscient Father will release us when it is best for us to be released.  But each such release of a righteous person is also a call to new labors” (“All these things Shall Give Thee Experience, 99).

The night before Marshall passed, I went from the 9th floor of the ICU to the 5th floor and found a large, open restroom where I could kneel and pray aloud. In my mind, my thoughts were all ready to say, "Heavenly Father, please bless us with another miracle". To my surprise, when I opened my mouth the words, "Heavenly Father please bless us with one more day" came out instead. For once in my life, my prayer aligned with the Lord's will. I am grateful for that moment and every moment I had with Marshall on the earth. His spirit inspires me to live better, to live as the instrument and purpose that God wants me to, and strive to secure myself to heaven as Marshall and many other spirits lately have. 

How could he have known 2 years ago that some lyrics would describe his passing so well? "In the ink of an eye I saw you bleed, through the thunder I could hear you scream, solid to the air I breathe, open eyed and fast asleep...Ragged down worn to the skin. Warrior raging, have no fear. Restless with an angel's wing, well I dig a grave to bury you. Released from circles guarded tight". You can click on the hyperlink to hear Marshall and I perform this song at a benefit my McKee family held for him, Miracles for Marshall called, "Secure Yourself to Heaven". This song almost describes perfectly what we went through at that time. "No feet to fall, you need no ground. Allowed to glide right through the sun". What a blessed experience to be with him in those final moments.  As he was passing on, I was holding on to his ankles in what seemed like my last ditch effort to keep him on earth a little longer. I was wishing I could just hang on and he would just take me with him when his amazing spirit departed from his body. There have been many moments lately when I wish that last ditch effort would have worked as I sort through my emotions. But I have to 'fasten up my earthly burdens' for I have 'just begun'.  Marshall truly is the winner of this battle and is flying high like the eagles. As much as I wish I was soaring high with him, I have a beautiful little boy who is a mini Marshall and I am blessed with his smiling, optimistic spirit living on through his son. I'm blessed to continue to raise him as Marshall so badly still wants to do. Merry Christmas in heaven Marshall. 

Thursday, November 12, 2015

Other Plans...

As Amanda and I continue to search for a cure for my leukemia the words of John Lennon continue to ring true, "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans." 

Nearly four years have gone by and we're still fighting. As I sat down to eat breakfast in my little hospital room this morning I realized just how lucky I am. 

I realized that if someone hadn't donated that bag of blood hanging above my head - I wouldn't be here. As a cancer patient I'm lucky to know how fragile each moment is. It keeps me humble that's for sure and grateful for that special gift - to breath - to be alive. 

When placed in a position of suffering, one often wonders, "What is the purpose of this?" and "What am I supposed to learn from this experience?" If I've succeeded at anything at this point it is getting people to pray. Your prayers are truly supporting a miracle. 

Most recently my fight with not one, but three bacterial infections that sent me into septic shock. A state that has a mortality rate of nearly 50%.

Let's have a look at the culprits:

Since my trip to the ICU I have been able to fight off the first two bacteria with the right antibiotics. However, the third bacteria (which I'm told is pretty wimpy to someone who has a healthy immune system) has been lingering. My doctors suspect that it is hiding out in the central line in my chest. 

To avoid future complications we inserted two IV lines in my left arm today and tomorrow we are scheduled to remove my central line and hopefully any infection that may be hiding there.

The plan at this point is to pull the line and continue to allow my body to recover from the last round of chemo. It could take a couple of weeks to reach this point but I am getting neupogen shots each day to help speed up the process.

At that point, barring any other setbacks we will proceed with three days of preparatory chemotherapy and then introduce my re-engineered t-cells. Thank you for your prayers. I am ever grateful for your support.