2 years
Well it’s been 2 years now since
my stem cell transplant gave me another chance at life.
Thinking back, the transplant (or
transfusion really, I suppose) was not a pleasant experience. Taken to the very edge of death, weeks of
being unwell, worried about getting even a minor infection, a daily diet of
pills and potions, and spending around 20 out of 24 hours asleep were not great
experiences. But I’m still here. “Still breathing” as I say to anyone who asks
how I am.
I still put up with permanent
pain in my back and other bones which hampers my mobility, robs me of my
energy, stops me from sleeping most nights at best, and causes intensely
unpleasant, restless, fever filled nights (like the one I had last night
actually) at worst. But I’m still
here. Still breathing.
Would I go through it all
again? The answer is a resounding NO. Seriously, I wouldn’t.
That’s not to put off anyone
reading this who may be facing up to a transplant. It saves lives. It saved mine. And your experience may be wholly different
to mine. I had other complications atop
my myeloma which contributed to how I recovered: problems with blood clotting,
the nature of the break caused to my back and the surrounding tissue by the
cancer and subsequent surgery, and an underlying heart problem. Also, I had to stop chemotherapy treatment
early due to the blood clot on my lung, so my starting point for the transplant
was not at its optimum best.
Reading this, you might think me
ungrateful in some way. Well I’m
not. I’m extremely grateful for the
extra chance I’ve been given. But I’m
entitled to a moan every now and then and I guess the second anniversary of my
transplant has brought back a lot of bad memories.
But I’m still breathing.
Moan away! You've EARNED it!!!! Glad you're still here to do the moaning! (BTW...just a suggestion....is medical cannabis legal over there? I think you would benefit from some edibles, or any form actually.)
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