Day 16- quiet day

I have always been a little competitive.  I like to win, understand more and be the first.   I was also brought up with a healthy sense of getting things done right and being humble about one's accomplishments. It has also left me with the pebble-kicking impulse "fine....didn't like it anyway" sulk until the next more interesting thing comes along.

My initial reaction to transplant is,  "I'm going to engraft faster than any one ever before!"  Okay...well that maybe that one is not really in my control.

The next in line is "I will be their best patient ever and be rewarded with an earlier engraftment."

Last week, my doctor gave me the average of 16 days with all the usual caveats of being an individual...can't expect the same....blahg blah.

There, a number!  In my mind, around the 16th day, I peeped and poked, just imagining the sastisfaction I would have when the blood results would appear on my calendar and I could proclaim " AH-HAH, engraftment, I knew it!  Break out the cake." And all around me would knod in agreement, "yes, we knew she would be better sooner....did you see how diligent she was with hygiene and walking???"

Yes, I did just had the same gag reaction you did.

AND, as you may have noticed, yesterday was Day 16.   My white blood counts declined slightly.

And these are the moments, when I do a face-palm into my forehead and God chuckles.

So no "obvious" signs of engraftment except that I feel really good.  I'm up, showered and dressed. I'm pushing the limits of food and I'm walking more than they think is necessary.

  And most importantly, I'm happy.  Joyfully content to be enjoying renconnecting relationships,  dreaming about new opportunities,  and relishing in the blessings that have been poured out upon me.

Silly girl!

Today, for the first time in 27 days, I'm leaving for a short day pass to spend it with Auntie and David at the apartment to enjoy what really matters,cake and tea with people who love me!