I had a dental appointment this morning at SAMMC, to see what can be done about my broken molars. They will be able to save the one on the right side, but the one on the left will probably have to be pulled. I've never had a tooth pulled and hope something else can be done, but I trust them to do the best thing. I'll go back the first week in February for the first procedure.
I'm fortunate to be able to see the dentists there. They don't see many civilian patients. But I met the head dentist during both of my transplants, and he told me to come see him when I'd recovered enough to endure the dental work. He was hoping the GvH would be gone by then. The GvH is not totally gone, but has improved to the point where I will be able to tolerate the dental work.
I'm not the only one who has visited the dentist lately. Little Camryn had some cavities filled and some caps put on yesterday. Poor baby. None of the grands seem to have inherited their daddy and grandfathers good teeth. Ron's dad only had one cavity his whole life, and had all of his teeth when he died.
Time to take Aubrey to school. Thanks for visiting, and I'll see you soon.