My doctor walked into the examination room all smiles. I'm making red blood cells, and even more than doubled my platelets since last week. He wanted to know if I had started running yet.
I pulled out the list of dietary prohibitions I've been following since August to see if we could move the traditional 100-day lifting of restrictions to Day 88. I can now eat fresh and uncooked fruits and vegetables; I can eat take-out food; I no longer have to boil my tap water.
What about my catheter, can I get that yanked? My doc arranged to have it done before we left Boston. I do not miss that tube hanging from my chest. Having a catheter or external port is convenient if you are receiving chemo, certain medications and blood products, but I have never been able to get beyond the Frankensteinian creep factor.
We arrived home after 7 pm, pizza in tow (yes! from a pizzeria) and settled in to watch the World Series. Even napless, I managed to stay up until the end.
When I woke up this morning, I could think of one thing: a fried egg over easy with the yoke running. Oh, how I've craved this in the past few months. My doctor said it was fine, although he couldn't understand how an egg is cooked is important in any way.
It was perfectly cooked, a river of yellow (which briefly reminded me of a nasty liquid med I take twice a day) oozing onto the plate and begging to be sopped up with a toasted poppy bagel.
Hmmm.
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I am so happy that they took the port out! I'm sure you enjoyed that first contortion free shower. Funny how dietary restrictions vary from center to center. With this transplant, I was allowed much more lenience where fruits and veggies were concerned, but I still can't have an over-easy egg. I haven't had one in 3 years and would kill to be able to dip my toast into a perfectly cooked egg. I'll just have to live vicariously through you.
Great news about the recovering counts and the lifting of dietary restrictions. I think one of my greatest pleasures was biting into a crunchy apple. No more mush...yea! As for runny yokes (equals Mepron?) I am happy you got your egg the way you like it, but I have to put that into the list of things we don't share. I actually need my yokes cooked and cooked.
Anyway now I will look at you as living proof that low counts can turn around in the blink of an eye. Wondering how often you have to go now.
PJ,
Knock yourself out, girl, with drippy eggs and pizza, and congrats on the World Series win!
Jim
Congratulations! I'm so happy for you. Welcome back pizzas, bagels, salads, and all the other food you have been missing. "Now about that martini doctor.........."
I'd have thought chicken would come first
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