50 Days

I’m writing this a day late because yesterday marked my 50^th day after transplant. 100 days is a big milestone because most of the major issues happen within the first 100 days. They will also do another bone marrow biopsy at day 100 to make sure I’m still cancer free. I’m halfway there which feels great! And I feel great which so wonderful. I see so many people having issues in the clinic, and even though I have had my fare share I feel that I am doing amazingly. None of my issues were severe complications (with treatment) and I still have yet to get an infection *knocking on wood*. Even if I do get an infection, it’s expected so I feel very blessed to not have had one thus far.

 

Yesterday in the clinic they finally decided to stop my CMV medication (which I was on for what feels like months). So I am pump free and don’t have to carry the fanny pack around anymore. Not having that fanny pack inspired me to start exercising again. I’ve been walking around the neighborhood when I have the energy, but now that I don’t have that thing strapped to my waist all of the time I am SLOWLY going to start running again. My first attempt was this morning. It was more of a slow jog and walk when I got tired, which was frequently. I haven’t worked out since October when I was diagnosed so I am very out of shape and have lost a lot of my muscle especially in my legs. Plus I just had a stem cell transplant…duh me! I don’t feel that I’m pushing it because I feel great and energized (until the clock strikes about 4pm and I’m wiped), and exercise right now will hopefully encourage my body to heal itself even more than it already is.

 

The drug that I was on to help treat the CMV suppressed my counts a bit, so my WBC count is a little low and so are my platelets. Now that I’m off of it they should start coming back up to normal. My days got cut down even more to only 3 times a week! They are giving me weekends off now that I don’t have to get my pumps changed out every other day. Making progress! I can’t wait until I don’t have to come in but only 2 times a week and then 1 and then NEVER! Just kidding. I’ll be visiting the clinic for follow up for years to come. But as long as I am healthy, I don’t care. It will just remind me how strong I am to have gone through what I have (twice) and how good our God is.