So the doctors have a few more tricks up their sleeves, but ultimately they're running out of options. They're contacting Harefield to see what they can do transplant wise. Ultimately, I feel at peace with whatever happens now. If I get the transplant, then great, amazing - it'll give me a whole new life. If I don't, I want to let everyone know that I won't be going in a sad painful way, I'll be happy and my spirit will finally be free.
The docs are starting some new antibiotics and the good news is that my infection markers in my blood are down. I haven't been able to cough up anything since yesterday. The sputum's so sticky and I'm so lacking in energy to get it up.
The nurses and docs are being brilliant. My parents are doing everything they can to help me with things. Deccies is 18 on Sunday and I found it so hard to write his card. To think this might be the last birthday he has with me. Sighh...one day at a time...
Keeping you in my prayers and thinking of you everyday. You are amazing. Thank you for sharing with us.
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