I hate saying it. But today has been torture. Violent nausea that resulted in projectile vomiting and none stop bathroom runs. I got nothing today. Fetal position is all I have left in me. Continue reading

Everyone starts somewhere, at whatever career down to learning how to walk and while everyone starts somewhere sometimes it’s scary to be the patient of a baby nurse. She first forgot to give me my meds so I was an hour late, and then she forgot to actually change my scop patch. She then told Continue reading

Everyone starts somewhere, at whatever career down to learning how to walk and while everyone starts somewhere sometimes it’s scary to be the patient of a baby nurse. She first forgot to give me my meds so I was an hour late, and then she forgot to actually change my scop patch. She then told Continue reading

Not In-N-Out, but in and out of consciousness… My gastrointestinal issues began before my transplant and persist. On Day 1, I required a blood transfusion, a normal part of supporting me during engraftment when my old blood makes way for the new. It’s a critical moment. Day 2 brought the need for platelets. Frequent bathroom Continue reading

It’s finally here…the cells have been collected and they are earmarked for me. Nurse and the Dr have to sign off on it in the morning then…this cure is mine. This cure. I’m graeful, elevated, thankful. Today started with a small shimmy to the bathroom, where I am still having some GI issues. (My adult Continue reading

That’s what they call it, “rest day,” but quite frankly, I don’t know how much actual rest I’m getting. It’s been nonstop today the nutrition lady, two different physical therapists, the activity lady, the walkathon gentlemen, the vitals, the beeping of my machines housekeeping, and the guy who wants to change the red bag. The Continue reading

Yesterday was a haze of pain medication. I didn’t have enough in me to focus let alone recall anything. The nurse came in a hung the chemo and took it out – I as passed out. According to Dr P – he’d rather I just sleep through it. The pain is slowly subsiding making the Continue reading

The last day and a half have been a relentless battle against pain and nausea. It feels as if I’ve been trapped in a never-ending cycle of discomfort and despair. The day was a blur, a haze of morphine that provided fleeting moments of relief but left me feeling disconnected from reality. I drifted in Continue reading

My afternoon radiation was rough, I was sweating and shaking with only 3 minutes left. I needed to stop because I was feeling dizzy like I was going to go down. It doesn’t seem like much you’re just standing there. There’s a buzzing sound when it starts but that’s it. Nothing is touching but the Continue reading

The people in the room next to ours had a full-on conversation at level 10 at 9:45pm. Not only was I nauseous, but my lower back was on fire. Level 8 fire. Between sobbing and breathing out the pain, I couldn’t get comfortable enough to sleep. J found some earplugs, and I finally fell asleep. Continue reading