I’ve been wanting to write this post for a couple of weeks now, but to be honest I think I’m still coming to terms with the reality of it myself. After Thursday the 7th of February, I won’t be able to poo. Well, that’s not entirely true, but I won’t…
Well, we made it through winter…not that we’ve had much of one. It was a good excuse to break out the jackets and drink more coffee, but I don’t think I so much as touched a heater. As we start creeping toward the end of another year, I start wondering…
I just cannot stop eating! I’m pretty sure it’s the pred, but before I even finish whatever’s in front of me, I’m mentally preparing the pipeline of food that will ensure I look at least 6 months pregnant and spend most of the night in the bathroom. Consequences don’t stop…
Something has changed. I don’t know if it’s the reduction in medication or the two bags of blood, but I have more energy than I’ve had all year. It’s unreal! I’ve been able to go for walks without starting to black-out or getting light-headed. I can climb stairs without feeling…
And after 10 days of waiting to see some improvement in my neutrophils (the things in my blood that show smart people how likely I am to get sick), I’ve been sent home. Unfortunately, my results still hadn’t reached the level my specialists were hoping for, but they were happy…