Dog Daze

I'm 4 days old.  Four days since my bone marrow transplant (BMT), that is.  I'm connected to a small army of chemicals, dripping into my body non-stop.

I'm feeling extremely fatigued, hazy, and my throat is hurting.   Definitely not an easy time, but it's about what I've expected so far ... but we have not reached the hump yet.  I've been moved into an isolation room because my blood counts are dangerously low.   The doctors and nurses keep a calendar for me which tracks my blood counts every day, my BMT birthday, and some of the nasty medications I have to take.

 I should reach rock-bottom in the next three to four days; if all goes well, my counts will start increasing after that.   It's been hard to focus and writing this blog entry has been a challenge.  So, with that said, I'm due for a rest and nap ...

A New Day

The transplant was over in about 45 minutes. Now we wait. It will take some time for my brother's cells to infuse into my marrow.  I'm tired today so will say more later.

April 27 will be considered my second birthday for now on.

My Bone Marrow Donor!

All I want to say is:


Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
for you are the wind beneath my wings,
'cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
so high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
thank God for you, the wind beneath my wings.

They take his blood - spit it through a machine - take out what I need - and then his blood back to him.

Thats the gadget!