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Day +30 (1 month)

It’s been one month since day zero, ONE MONTH since I got my stem cells back. I can’t even believe it!

It’s been an uneventful couple of weeks here. Like I mentioned in my previous post, I have good days and bad days.

In general, my energy level is better than prior to transplant. I’m not waking up every morning already planning how to get back to bed, and sleep. Rest assured however, I am still a #sleepviking, and taking “healthy” naps…especially on bad days.

Not much else feels different so far. I’m still pretty unsteady when I stand or walk, and keyboarding is still proving to be more challenging than a few months ago. I write this with an awareness of what the doctor’s said all the way through. The goal wasn’t to get more function, that will be a plus, the goal was to stop further loss of function.

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Module L , waiting to have my PICC line removed

Some of the highlights from this week included: our weekly check-in at Module L (went fine, AND they took out my PICC line!), and a trip to a matinée of Bridget Jones’ Baby. It was cute, and mom enjoyed it too. We took a lovely drive to see the fall colours in the Gatineau Park, and we made it up to the Champlain lookout. What a view!

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Me and mom at Champlain look out.

I’m feeling a little bit of cabin fever. We’ve gotten a bit of conflicting info about whether or not I am “cleared” to leave the house. Some of the BMT nurses say no, while some say that going out is ok as long I stay out of crowds.  Unfortunately, the puzzles I took out for the puzzle addict mom have pieces that are too small for me to manipulate. She just bought one with larger pieces, we’ll see how that works.

The hubs has also reintroduced me to cribbage, and so we have a bit of a contest on, loser (the hubs), owes the winner (me) a coffee. *wink*

My appetite, has been up and down. I’m still taking all the anti-nausea meds (olanzapine, Zofran, Maxeran, Nabilone) and they’re still doing their job. *thumbs up*

Now a final note…on hypochondria. Ha! How’s that for a closer! I joke, but it’s real.  I am surprised (a little) to find out how hyperaware I am of EVERYTHING. The food I’m eating, the people I’m near, the doorknob I’m turning, or the handrail that I’m using. With their germs everywhere…forever unclean… I’m really having trouble not turning into a germaphobe who panics at the occasional sneeze, but I’m doing my best.  They keep comparing my fragile immune system with that of a baby’s, and I’m telling myself babies are resilient…hey, it’s how I get through.