Day +10! And officially, I’m in the double digits! Nope, I don’t really feel older yet, but one of these days – like when engraftment occurs – maybe I will. For the record, engraftment is a huge deal in transplants; it’s when the stem cells I received on transplant day, start to grow and make their own healthy blood cells.
Let’s see…interesting things about today? I had another blood transfusion – this was my fourth. We are not yet out of the woods with the “minor mismatch” complication where my blood cells (type A+) are attacked by my donor’s blood cells (type O+). Or maybe its the other way around. Anyway, day +14 is the marker end that we’ll aim for. In the interim, anytime my hemoglobin drops below 9.5, I’m in the queue for blood. Thankfully, my body handles blood products well and I don’t really have any sort of reaction (knock on wood) like Jackson here:
In other news, due to the severity of my mucositis, I’m on mostly a liquid diet. My mouth FUCKING HURTS. Like, talking is painful and I need to tilt my head forward if I want any chance of swallowing. I’m doing just about whatever I can to not be fed via my IV.
I’m not sure why this seems important, as I’ve been assured that nutrition is able to make this happen….but it just seems to me, really important to continue doing as much for my body as I can – including eating “normal” foods. Call me stubborn, OK. I’m also channeling the competitive former Ironman athlete with an iron stomach who drank 2 or 3 Ensures before a race. In order to compete, I had to eat, get my nutrition. I suppose transplant is no different. The Nutrition department gave me a handy sheet to keep track on, which excites that slightly OCD part of me.
Erin told me that Sarah from Nutrition was impressed and that meant a lot as she works with transplant patients all the time. They are all chalking it up to my history with competitive endurance sports, and I’m cool with that. I don’t mind the routine, just as long as I can continue to swallow. If that stops, then Plan B or IV food will be the new path. But for now, keep the Ensure coming my way!
And finally, because it’s 2020. And I’m in a hospital. And I zoomed with Andy today. A picture of…..well….. You know.