I'm feeling pretty yucky today; can't seem to get rid of the nausea, even with meds. In fact, it's hard to even take my meds because they make me gag and heave. They gave me Zofran through the IV, and just brought me 2 Compazine, which are very tiny so I was able to swallow them.
My doctors were in this morning and said that these will be the worst days. I'm on day 4 after the transplant, and my stem cells should "ingraft" with my bone marrow between days 10 and 14. I don't know if that means I'll feel better, but I hope so! At least then I'll know that my cells are beginning to come back. For now, they are still expecting me to have the mucousitis, vomiting and diarrhea, which hasn't happened yet but I guess is coming. :o( That last chemo causes it, and evidently everyone gets it.
They also told me that the lower half of my lungs are collapsing a little bit, so they want me up more, moving around and using the spirometer.
Ron and Josh both called to chat this morning, and it was nice to hear their voices. Both of them called from work. Ron will be here this evening and is bringing Rudy's Barbecue for my dinner. I'm hoping I'll be tempted to eat the creamed corn. :o) It is out of this world delicious (but more like dessert than a veggie). I've lost about six pounds they don't want me to lose just now, but I'm sure that's not unusual, and I'm sure I'll lose more. Good thing I wasn't a frail little thing coming in. ;o)
The picture above was taken by Ron a few days ago; he emailed it to me. He was doing a walkabout. :o) Those moss roses (portulaca) just keep coming back in that pot, year after year.