Start the New Year Right!
Well, I was hiding at home to avoid contact with all those nasty germs and viruses out there, when I decided it would be a good idea to attend Mass on Christmas Eve. A week later, on New Years Eve, I was in hospital with a respiratory infection. Three days later I was home, and three more days later, I was off the high-dose antibiotics and Prednisone...back on my usual schedule of medications. But something had changed...my capacity for tolerating cold air was diminished and even light effort had me gasping for air. I was back at square one.
|Marian moves an overnight delivery.|
Another Bad Idea
So, what did I do? Well, on February 1, I decided to have a can of clam chowder for lunch. Guess what? I have discovered a newly acquired allergy...to shellfish (well, clams and calamari anyway)! An ambulance was called to take me to Aspirus Keweenaw hospital (because I could not walk), where I remained until released on February 3. As much as I like clam chowder, it is NOT worth that much pain.
While in hospital, they conducted an overnight oximetry test -- determining the oxygen level in my bloodstream while I sleep. No evidence of sleep apnea or a drop in my O2 levels was found.
|Our back door...adrift...|
The reason for our preempted trip? The second anniversary of my brother's gift, the gift of life, my blood and marrow stem cell transplant on February 21, 2011. We celebrated quietly at home...thankful for two additional years of life. On May 26th, I will reach the third anniversary of my diagnosis with Philadelphia chromosome positive, chronic myelogenous leukemia. God's grace has surely been shining on me!
I still have blood tests every two weeks, and the results have continued to either improve or remain positive. While in hospital the last time, my white count and my absolute neutrophil count both spiked. It appears my immune system may have responded to the crisis.
We will attempt our trip again, this time immediately after Easter, on April 2nd. I have high hopes that the tests will show improvement.
Mostly a Hermit
|Our deck, buried.|
I have not been walking outside because of the very cold air in February...cold air asthma is a painful reality for someone with only 26% lung capacity left.
However, life is good. I thank God every night for the giving me the day, and I ask for the gift of tomorrow. I wake each morning with gratitude in my heart for the great gift of one more day. I have discovered the precious present, and I am grateful for it. I am at peace with uncertainty, though I remain at bit paranoid by preference.
As the weather warms and improves, I hope to spend more time outside, walking when the roads and even some sidewalks reappear.
Thanks to everyone praying for us and sending us good thoughts and positive energy. God bless, and good night,