For the next three weeks my blood tests were good
enough to keep me out of the hospital. By the end of August I only had to get a
blood test every three weeks. With luck I wouldn’t have to see a white coat
again until my appointment with Dr Comfort at the end of September.
I felt
better and better as the weeks progressed. I got a lot of my energy back, my
appetite got better and I even started to grow a bit of hair again. It was
another honeymoon period and I was going to enjoy every breath of it.
I called my
mother. She cried hysterically at the sound of my voice. We were both thrilled that the transplant was
behind me and the quiche didn’t kill me. I was still alive. I couldn’t help but
smile and dance around the room a little bit.
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