Keeping It Boring

The transplant took place, as expected, on Friday, March 19th. I told Mike that's going to be my new birthday. They pumped me full of all kinds of drugs--anti rejection, anti viral, anti fungal, anti social. No, not anti social. That might come from Mike's cells. Then again, he's a pretty socialable guy, so maybe not. I had some immediate response to the transplant in the form of severe nausea and GI issues, but they subsided within hours. Thus far things are pretty stable. My current complaint revolves around the piercing headaches I seem to be getting from one of the anti rejection meds. They give me darvon but it doesn't seem to be helping much. The offered me dilauded but I'm not interested in that high. I took that to help with the back pain in 2005 and lost about 3 months of memory!



So the days just slip by. The nurses are in my room every hour or so, hanging a new bag of drugs, checking my vitals, etc. Not much time to rest. They are letting me sleep more at night instead of checking my vitals every couple of hours. I'm continuing to walk every day and am now up to 2 miles a day. The route we take around the floor makes Susan dizzy. A metaphor for our life perhaps?



This all feels too familiar. Reflecting back on the past 5 years it feels like we've spent most of our time in medical facilities. Life has turned into a treatment regime to stay alive, as opposed to exploring our world and filling our lives with new experiences. Certainly not what we had in mind for our retirement years. I wonder what it will feel like when I get into remission and life opens up again. Could we really bracket these past five years and move back into our old lives? I'm sure not. Too many lessons learned. I'm sure life will be much richer for this experience. In the meantime, we await the awakening of Mike's cells.


Love to all,

Dan