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Hey kids... sorry I haven't been updating, but I've been singing the post-transplant way-low-white-blood-cell count blues. I pretty much feel like hell. More tired than anything, but my mouth still feels like I've been gargling industrial-strength cleaning fluid.
This is all to be expected. My cells are down due to the chemo, and the transplanted cells aren't working yet. They're still wandering around in there, wondering just where the hell they are. I hope they settle down pretty quick and get to work. My doc's happy with how I'm doing, but I'm not having too much fun.
My hair finally started falling out, though. Of course, it's going lopsided, right side of my head (and face) first. Sheesh. No more goatee, shaved that puppy off. Feels weird not to have anything on my chin to play with.
I miss my friends and our kittens. I try not to think about it too much, cause when I do, I get all sniffly. Must be a cold coming on or something. I really wish I had Lilu curled up in my lap, pushing her head into my hand at the back of her neck, purrrrrrrrring. I miss you, darling kitten.