Stem Cell Transplant, done and dusted. After three weeks of prep, poking, and prodding. After six days of “a lethal dose” of chemo (Mayo Clinic’s words, not mine), May 7th was my Day 0, or second birthday. I got a certificate and everything. The transplant itself is fairly simple, a blood transfusion really. You’re actually out the door the same day. My doctor told me “eat, drink, walk around”. Easy enough, right? The ugly part comes later….when eating, drinking, and walking become a real pain in the ass. Once the dark days pass, boredom became my main enemy. Just waiting for my body to get in gear drove me crazy, I became addicted to getting my blood results everyday. I missed my family, I was ready to be done. Seventeen days later, I was home, three days shy of the record. Damn.
Recovery is the name of the game now. This chapter in my life is coming to a close, I will want to think about it and talk about it less every day. My finish line is fast approaching. With all that said, I am there for anyone dealing with cancer, day or night, anytime.
The above photos are from the transplant process, the pills were my morning cocktail, the central line that lived in my chest for 25 days or so, the 6.8 million stem cells, and my fancy pink sponge that was my toothbrush.
Thank you the staff at Station 94, The Gift of Life transplant house, and my family and friends. They are the best in the world.
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