Enough of the bad news, time for some good...
But first, I have to admit I forgot our wedding anniversary. Yesterday was our 23rd. Whoops! Fortunately, Joanna is very tolerant about my memory lapses.
I'm having a better than usual day today. The worse the day, the more the doctors. On bad days, up to five or six doctors and nurses cluster around my bed looking interested. Today, I had only one.
The doctors have cleared up what turned out to be a viral urinary problem. My liver is a little enlarged and liver test results are fluctuating but it's not causing any pain. Antibiotics are keeping under control any other problem areas.
Cheering me up enormously is the fact that the blood clots behind the retina of my left eye, which had the laser surgery, have begun to dissipate. It's a bit like looking through murky water containing swirls of black blood, but the murk is clearing gradually each day. That's good, because peeing into a bottle one-eyed is a bit tricky.
Today is Day 10. We're approaching the interesting period, around Day 14 to Day 28, where we find out whether the bone marrow transplant worked.
My sister's bone marrow, given to me like a blood transfusion, should by now have magically found its way into my bones. Exactly how it does that, no one knows, I've been told.
Next we get to find out whether that marrow is going to produce new blood cells, and whether her bone marrow tries to reject my body - what they call graft versus host disease. Some degree of that is common, with various side effects. What we don't want is a major rejection.
For severals days, my white cell and neutrophil counts - they're the ones that fight infection - have been steady at zero. The doctors talk confidently about when, not if, those numbers start to climb. That's what we're watching for now.
I was planning to make this brief, and here I am rambling on. I definitely must be feeling better ;-)