Well we pulled an all-nighter, very uncharacteristic of me. The bone marrow minus its red blood cells arrived sharply at 4 a.m. after a delayed 9 p.m. flight. The nurses hooked me up to all sorts of radars, monitors and maybe even GPS. Who knows.
After a few pre-meds, they let the bone marrow start dripping. Drip, drip, like a blood transfusion. Much to my dad’s pleasure, we used the occasion for a Glee marathon. Fighting through the IV Benadryl to squint through my favorite scene, I eventually resigned and just slept.
I could feel my heart heavy with the new marrow, beating faster to soak it in. My blood pressure rose to accommodate, but otherwise the transplant was the anti-climactic success we were aiming for.
Because of the delay last night, today is now my official Transplant Day. Tomorrow is Day +1, when the waiting game begins. Waiting for engraftment, for white blood cells to start growing and multiplying to form my brand new immune system. This usually takes 2-3 weeks, all time I have to spend tied to my IV pole in my hospital room. We’ll hope for boring days because boring days mean complications are at bay.
But as I was so enthusiastically reminded last night by my costume-designer friend Andi and her Children’s Theater Cast of Annie, those sunny tomorrows are only a day away. (you have to listen)