A couple of weeks ago, I had a test done that tests my immune system to see how much of my immune system is my old defective immune system vs. my new donor’s immune system. Normally at this point, the doctors want to see at least 85% to 90% of the patients immune system as the donor's. Mine tests out at 99% donor. This is great news. This means the transplant is taking and setting up shop in my super sexy, boney, 150 lb elderly looking body.
We also found out that we can now stretch out our check-up appointments to every 2 weeks. This is great news. We will now only need to go to Boston twice a month vs. every week.
Even though my counts look great, I continue to struggle with eating. I think the worst of that is behind us. Certain food tastes better at times. I am having about 2 milkshakes a day to get some calories in. If they didn’t already have enough calories, Crystal bought the calorie packs that are nothing more than 330 calories. She had to buy them online.
In an effort to start to regain some muscle, I decided to setup my bike trainer in the basement. Only 2/3's of our basement has been cleaned well enough for me to inhabit. My bike was in the the furnace room. This is a room that is strictly off limits due to dust and grime. But, I wanted my bike... so I held my breath, ran into the furnace room, dug to get to my bike (covered with Christmas paper filled trash bags awaiting their trip to the dump) and also grabbed my biking shoes. By the time I was setup, I was already winded. I ended up getting a 10 minute ride in. Felt like 20 miles.
I still have no hair. My eyebrows are starting to come back along with some sort of mutant mustache.