I’m sure in months from now, I will be singing Stem Cell Transplant’s praises, but for now I’m not liking anything about this.
Three days ago I hit the bottom. No more white blood cells to combat anything that is going on in my body and boy does your body use those cells. I have the worst sore throat, leading me to believe that a tracheotomy is my only hope for breathing. Oh and the upset stomach. Did I somehow consume a jar of jalapeños, because it sure feels like it when I go potty. I’ve thought about bailing, calling a taxi and just fleeing this whole mess. Cancer loves to mess with your head and it has been doing a number on mine. I’ve had to pass the bathroom mirror way too many times this past couple of days and looking back at me is a cancer patient. I’m not sure how I didn’t see her before.
I’m told I have about 4 more days of this stage and then my white blood cells will start coming back. I am trying to find a wee happy place to get me through. I think a lot about getting dressed again, no kidding, I can’t wait to show cancer one more time that it will not crush me. I think having to wear pajama’s for 3 weeks straight is also taking a toll on me, I might sleep fully dressed when I get home.
FU cancer I’m going to get through this stage!! And in a couple of months from now you happen upon some overdressed woman in a Kentucky Derby hat while grocery shopping, be nice, it might be me.