This is a blog about my journey through cancer. This storm will eventually pass as it once did a few years ago. But, this time I invite you to ride the storm with me as I tell you about its turbulent winds and raging seas. But even when the breakers and the waves crash down, there is a hope, an anchor, that when grasped will save me from the darkest and deepest moments. Not only does the anchor save, it brings life and light in the darkness so much so that I know I won't be wanting.
Friday, 26 July 2013
The Event - Part One
Today is the day - it is the day of the bone marrow transplant. This is what the last seven months have been leading up to; this is the hopefully the miracle cure we've all been waiting for. It is due to happen in the next thirty minutes. How am I feeling? I don't know really. I don't feel scared nor do I feel excited, maybe a little indifferent. The week leading up to this has been tough. I really struggled to settle in and I think I was in a bit of denial about the fact that I was a patient again. Physically, the chemotherapy and the radiotherapy weren't that bad - I haven't thrown up yet which is always a good indicator of health. But I've had a wee wander off the ward, back up to the friendly face of ward 94, over the last couple of days and it has done me the world of good. But this is it now. There is no more galavanting allowed and now I am truly restricted to my room. Anyway, I'm signing out for now but stay tuned for The Event - Part Two.