They want to me to walk, but I'm afraid to go out into the hall to walk because I might loose control of bladder or bowels. Sometimes barely moving results in a change of underwear or scrubs.
They want me to eat, but eating the smallest bit of something causes nausea like crazy. Today I am able to sip on a coke and ice. They have tried just about every nausea combo they can think of--it's not for lack of trying.
There is a little light at the end of the tunnel. Today is Day 9 after the Transplant, so the ingrafting should happen soon. Did you see the comments in the last post? I have a couple of new readers--one a transplant nurse, the other involved in an organization that helps cancer patients, treatment through recovery. Thank you both for taking time to comment!
I'll try to post again tomorrow.