The CT scan showed my lungs are continuing to improve. They are not 100% perfect yet, but good enough for transplant, and I will be watched carefully. All my lab work is very good. Blood counts, electrolytes, liver enzymes, kidney function, all perfect going into transplant.
Tomorrow is a day of rest. I thought I was going to get to kick back all day, but apparently Mayo protocol includes being seen by the health team every day once chemo starts, so I will have to go in and have blood drawn, see the PA, and just generally check in. We also have our final education class before the transplant. Which. By. the. way. Is Friday. And I have to be there at 5:30 a.m.! Yikes. Have I ever mentioned I have never been up at 5:30 a.m. since I got sick? And Jeanne and Mary and Paul, you don't get to hold that against me until I am WELL and still not getting up early! Har har har.
It was another beautiful day in Minnesota today. A brief, heavy rain fell around 5:00, which cooled things down from the 80s--where we were--to the 70s where we are now.
Two more couples went home today, which is always a victory. Another couple is still struggling, with wife in ICU and husband at her bedside. Baby Lily, with her heart transplant, is hanging on. It's mid-week, and it FEELS like mid-week, like we're all here working a little harder than usual to get past the mid-week hump.
Today, as I prepared for my wicked melphalan (I use the term wicked because it's been described as wicked intense), Scott and I prayed. I ate ice chips. I ate them plain. I ate them smothered in Kool Aid. I ate two popsicles. I had Third Day's Lead Me Back CD playing. And I sang and danced all the way through it. What was especially fitting, though, was as my melphalan was dripping its last drops of medicine into my vein, Third Day's "Soul on Fire" came on and finished off the session with a rousing live version.
I am tired tonight, in part because my blood sugar is in the 400s. It's been running high this week, partly because the doctors took me OFF some of my diabetic meds because they interfere with scans. I'm in the queue to see the endocrinologist, but an appointment hasn't been set up yet, and they haven't given me insulin doses. So I've been running high 200s fasting and high 300s when I eat. Tonight, however, I peaked in the 400s. So I'm tired and a tad headachy and a little blah. I'm going to go to bed at a reasonable hour, and have a great night's rest, and will be singing and praising God in my sleep that I'm feeling as great as I do despite the very heavy chemo dose I received today. To you, Oh God, I give all the praise and the glory, in Jesus' name, AMEN!!