Today is a milestone. 75 days have passed since I received my bone marrow transplant. There have been easy days, hard days and really hard days, but as I try to remind myself (sometimes more successfully than others), they’ve all been good days.
For the past couple of weeks my transplant team has been trying to figure out why my bone marrow won’t produce platelets. The number has gone downhill ever since I left the hospital. Absent an unexpected surge, I’ll do an early bone marrow aspiration on Friday in the hopes that it will offer a clue. If I’ve understood Dr. Hosing correctly, she’s confident they will eventually figure it out. And the good news is that as of now, this shouldn’t delay my going home to Omaha.
Today has been a fairly good day - I’ve had more strength than I’ve had in a couple of weeks. And although I really do try to be mindful that every day is a good day, it’s hard sometimes to not feel despair when it takes a seemingly monumental effort to just get out of bed to go to the bathroom or to get dressed in order to get to the clinic in time for an appointment.
Anyway, 75 and counting. Omaha, here I come. (Will I recognize the place after being gone for seven months?)
Rick