Tired and Emotional

You're all much too generous with your praise and far too free with your use of the term 'amazing'.

Just trying to keep my spirits up, aren't you?

I know your game.

Well, it won't work.

I'm going to be miserable.

So there.

Felt really quite tired yesterday, whether from the Poison we continue to drip into my poor system, or from the Emotion of the Transplant, I'm not sure.
Maybe both.

The poisons are Cyclosporine and Mycophenolate.  As the Transplant Consultant told me on his ward round yesterday, the Cyclosporine removes the ability of T-cells (the Killer white blood cells from my old system) to communicate with each other, thus putting them in Solitary Confinement "like you", he said.
I prefer to think of it as taking away their radios.
Either way, it means they can't mount a co-ordinated attack against the new Stem Cells.
Hooray!

The Transplant itself turned out to be quite an emotional hour.
It was not unlike being at a Birth.
The birth of my new Bone Marrow, I guess.
Spoons in one hand and Julia's hand (attached to Julia) in the other, it was lovely to get so many messages in response to my text saying that the Stem Cells were going in right then and there.
And very affecting.
Thank you all.

Talking of the hand being attached to Julia reminds me of my favourite Tom Lehrer song.
And if you haven't come acroos Tom Lehrer, you've been missing out.
Google him immediately!

The song's called 'I Hold Your Hand in Mine' and it starts like this:

"I hold your hand in mine, dear;

I press it to my lips;
I take a healthy bite from your dainty fingertips.
My joy would be complete, dear,
If you were only here,
But I hold your hand in mine as a precious souvenir.

The night you died I cut it off,
I really don't know why.
And now each time I kiss it,
I get bloodstains on my tie....."

Can't remember any more.
That's enough for now anyway.