I packed my two small suitcases and waited for my daughter to bring them out to the uber awaiting us. The drive in was smooth and all I could think about was the procedure ahead of me. We took the elevator to admissions where I spent the next 5 hours sitting. Someone screwed up and I was not processed until I started to make some noise.
Finally I was taken to my room. Because it was so late, I had the night off, or so I thought. Every 4 hours, someone came in to take my vitals. The next day, I had to have a cartheter in my neck. The procedure is a simple one which I had done in the harvesting, but this one was not as I remembered. My luck I had a intern who had the lead role. It was somewhat painful and felt awkward. Now it was off to x-Ray.
I was brought up to my room and less than an hour, I was back in the operating room. The explanation was creative, the x-Ray showed that the line wane ended to be inserted deeper. This time I had a more experienced doctor guiding another, and the procedure was not painful. After the x-Ray, I was back in my room.
Early next day I was given the chemo drugs which would wipe out my whole immune system, and eventually lose my hair. Because I was not drinking enough water, I was also given intravenous fluids.
I started drawing and painting to fill the time. Did I talk about the food. Well we all know that hospital food is notoriously bad, but I still thought that I could hack it. I was wrong. Most of the time I was hungry because I was on a low microbial diet, so there was precious little I could eat.
There was another step, the transplant, this took only 30 minutes. Now it is a waiting game. My counts dropped as was expected. I was a model patient. A couple of days and the count dropped to 0.3 and still dropping.
the expectation was 3 weeks, but in 2 weeks my counts were at a level that I could go home. Thanks be to God, I am going home, weak but excited. My daughter picked me up and brought me HOME!
Have to see the doctor later this week, so my saga will continue.