Sunday morning I woke up when the Physician Assistant came into my room just a little past 7AM. I was still sleepy when she asked, “Do you want to know your counts?” Sure, I said. “Your white blood cell count is over 5,000.” That statement instantly wiped all the sleepiness from my brain and body and I sat right up in bed and stared at her with disbelief. But she kept right on going, “If Dr. Langston is okay with it, would you be interested in going home today?”
The next two hours I paced the room and the hall feeling like an over anxious dog who has just been told he’s going for a car ride, but nobody has let him out of the house yet. We had to wait for Dr. Langston to arrive. When she did, she confirmed the plan with a few simple instructions. Unlike the original plan, I am going to keep my trifusion catheter hanging out of my chest for now. She wants me to keep it just a few more days, but I will probably get it removed on Wednesday. That’s a very small price to pay for going home a full day earlier than when I have been hoping I might go.
I have packed my bag, gathered all my supplies and I think I am ready. Angela and Dominic are on their way here right now to get me. This is so exciting it does not even seem real. 16 nights in the hospital, 6 days of chemotherapy, countless hours of being hooked to various IV drips and in one hour, it will all be a memory. My bone marrow transplant is complete!