Apparently, the two-week period after transplant is called "the nadir," referring both to the low level of blood counts and the low-level of feel-good. After an absolutely smashing transplant (which is essentially 15 minutes of what looks like V-8 juice being infused--very anticlimactic), four hours later all hell broke loose. Fevers, chills, barfing, more barfing, high blood pressure, just a completely dismal 24-hour period that followed. Which is why you didn't hear from me yesterday. I think I had fooled myself into thinking that "the worst is over." Well, as the very funny Julia Sweeney's book was entitled, "God said 'HA!'" I'm reminded that it's not called The Nadir For Everyone But E, or The Nadir For The UnScottish. Nope. It's the Nadir. For everyone. And I suppose that includes me...
I'm better today, so will write about more fun stuff later in the day. During my apex. :)
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Hang in there, E! All of us down at the 'baud in SC are thinking about you :-) - Miz M
Love from WI. Hang in there. Guillermo & Friends
Only the Genius that is E could find a Star Wars analogy amidst all of this. I will continue. "Use the Force E!" May the force be with you my friend. Love you.
E: Found your site from your friend in the big square state. The positive energy you're sending out is amazing!! Me and L (and M & P) are directing love your way. Hold fast and stay strong!
Sending out big love from J and C and the b in MD! Our verification code is chuuph, which I am translating as 'chutzpah' of which you have a lot! Stay strong and full of humor, lovebug!
I know YOU can do it, E! It WILL get better! I'm sending love and will power your way. Love from CA.
Too late to second the foregoing? Regardless, I do.
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