Transplant Complete

Last night at 9:10 PM, I was given my third chance at life.  The transfusion took about 30 minutes and I held Missy's hand the whole time.  I felt too crappy and was too tired to cry, but I probably would have if I could.  Everyone said it would be an anti-climatic moment, but I didn't think so.  As a family we have been dealing with this disease and all that comes with it since January.  My family, friends, coworkers and people I don't even know have been praying for me and sending positive thoughts my way throughout.  The raw emotions, heavy thinking, and anxious waiting for results are certainly not over, but last night that stem cell transplant was the lunge of faith for a solid handhold in my climb back to normal life.  We won't know for a couple of weeks how solid that hold is.   So we will go right back to praying, hoping and fighting, but now we are getting somewhere.  If this works I'm cured.  If not, well I guess we start over, but at least we are actively moving forward now.

Today I am still really nauseated, and fatigued, but feeling positive.   The doctors seem to be very satisfied with how everything is going.  As I said we will be watching things very closely over the next couple of weeks to see how well the new stem cells are becoming engrafted in my system, and if there seems to be any resistance.  We will also be watching for any signs of infection.  For my part I'll be trying to force myself to eat and and exercise in some capacity.  But right now I'm going back to sleep.