Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…


New Year, Better Me?

My New Year’s Day morning was quiet. It was exactly what it needed to be. We all slept in until about 11:00am and J made us an incredible biscuit and gravy brunch. Now only is that one of my favorite meals but the fact that I was able to stomach it was even better. I lounged around until the wind died down and went for a little walk with J.

I think I built up Transplant in my head and what I needed to do to get to Transplant that I never considered what to do after Transplant. What now? Because I didn’t really give it much thought I’m kind of wandering in this pool of uncertainty. What is recovery and how do I answer? How are you doing? Because I feel like the expectation is that I’m feeling better except I’m not always feeling better. Sometimes I do feel great but other times I feel like trash again.

The Transplant Coordinator called me today on our way home; I still have her number saved in my phone contacts so of course instantly seeing her name made my stomach cringe. Dr. P ordered a booster transplant for me on the 11th. I’m going to go get T cells. My biopsy at my 30 day while the majority was clear the MRD came back with some inconsistencies. It didn’t show that it was negative or positive it showed inconclusive so I will need to repeat the biopsy until then the T cells are meant to give me a boost. The ability of recipient T cells to recognize donor-derived antigens, called allorecognition, initiates allograft rejection. Once recipient T cells become activated, they undergo clonal expansion, differentiate into effector cells, and migrate into the graft where they promote tissue destruction.

It makes me a little anxious, but the fact that Dr. P ordered it tells me that he wants to do every i and cross every t to ensure that this leukemia is cured. I try to Google cancer recovery and they say it’s six months to a year. Today is Day 70. I should be feeling better by now right? Yet I feel okay. I don’t feel as awful but we’re not exactly a rockstar. Climbing up and down the stairs still exhaust me. I get tired walking distances greater than 1/4 mile. If I stand too quickly I get super dizzy. My bones hurt and sometimes I have no idea why they start to hurt so much. I have a hard time regulating my body temp so I’m often “freezing” even when it’s 70 degrees and my fingers and toes hurt. So I guess I feel okay. At least that’s how I think is the right way to describe it.



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About Me

Hello, my name is Nina. I am a mother, wife, daughter and friend. I am lover of country music, & 80’s love ballad. I love me some karaoke! I identify as hot mess mom. I get it wrong, all the time. On the rare occasions I get it right? Even I’m shocked.

I am a working professional in the field of Compliance. I am mother two, daughter to immigrant parents, wife to a “redneck” – and proud of it, sister-in-law to the two most incredible human beings I have ever met and a niece that is just so cool but doesn’t know it.

I work too hard and play too little. I’ve always focus on the wrong thing and never quite sure if I’m ever enough. I grew up on the East Coast and was a latchkey kid in the 80’s and 90’s – I dodged the sketchy people on the walk home and tried not to end up on a milk carton.

I went to a very privileged Boarding School on the East Coast and college after that. (So yeah that’s exactly why this journal will be riddled with grammatical and spelling errors. On the days I feel good, I’ll type it out. On the days I don’t feel good it’ll be voice to text. I can not be held liable for the things Siri puts in as my “voice”. ) Graduated on a Friday and started Fleet Bank on a Saturday. I hustled my way through the midnight shift at DHL and hustled and hustled and hustled. I knew nothing except the hustle. (As I said, I’m a hot mess mom).

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