This will be a quick post. Chemo is not fun. Bone marrow transplants are not fun. I would do it all over again in a second, but it is not fun.
Today’s big event has been that I am in bed all day letting my body go through some of the yuck it has to go through to process the hugeness of what I have done to it.
I continue to hate MS more than I could ever hate how I am feeling right now, so please don’t get all worried about me. The good doctor just brewed me up a cup of his personal espresso and topped it off with a nice shot of narco to my hickman (the espresso was for my belly, not the hickman.) All efforts at keeping me comfortable as I ride this out are being made and I have no complaints.
Thank you for your continued prayers for me, my family, this hospital, and the good people of Russia. Love you all. Mean it.