Day 67

My trip through the 100 days post-transplant has involved a lot of clinic time, and it appears it still will.

They're checking my CMV level today, but they told me that if it's under 200, which is what they want, they still want to give me Foscarnet every day for two weeks. This is my second CMV flare-up, so they don't want to take any chances.

By Brendan Fagan, spotted in Selmer, TN

So my clinic visits will continue to be daily, even on weekends, until day 81 or so ... assuming that my CMV level has dropped from 280 or so last week to under 200 this week. Otherwise, even longer.

Better safe than sorry, they say. I happen to agree with that.

On the other hand, my blood counts have been awesome. My red blood cell level, which on a normal person is about 45%, has been at 35 or 36% for four straight days. It hasn't been over 32% since the transplant, so that's a great sign that the red blood cells are kicking in. My platelets are up just a bit at 70, and my white blood cell counts continue to sit in a decent normal range.

Blood system's working! Now we just have to teach it to attack viruses like CMV rather than body parts like my skin and GI tract.

It seems a little like breaking a horse.

Thank you to everyone for the encouraging words from day 65.

I got a note from my friend Richard in South Africa who was on day 11 of his transplant, and he already had a 2.1 white blood cell count. He got adult bone marrow for his transplant, so his count recovery will be faster than mine. I'm excited for him, as he's handling these first few days really well. Please feel free to pray for him. The road in front of him is completely unpredictable, other than that he's going into it with a great attitude, which is the best weapon of all.

It feels neat to be part of this community of people going through bone marrow/stem cell transplant (see tab at top if you don't know what that is). Michael in Ireland sends me advice or encouraging notes almost every day. I dream of getting to go visit him and his family after this is all over.

There's several others. Tamara just gave us an update (see "Our Journey" in my bloglist) and there are a couple other blood cancer blogs. I'm scared to mention any others, lest I leave only a couple unmentioned and offend someone.

It's like a whole separate world that I spend a lot of my time in, then emerge to interact with my old world, old friends, and business needs that press at me here and there. My son's getting married April 29, and I've been promised freedom from the clinic for that, but my daily visits have been extended into April already. So, I have just the slightest worry, but they've assured me they'll set me free for the wedding and the prep for it.

Day 65

I haven't been blogging much because my blogs seem boring. I'm in a place of gradual recovery, but I'll give you an update on how things are going.

My platelets are finally going up regularly. They were 65 today, and they've been steadily rising for a week. Platelets are the cells that let your blood clot, and 135 is the bottom of normal. Under 30 or under 20 can cause some real problems with bleeding, and chemo and transplant patients hover around that level, being infused with platelets every couple days, until counts start recovering. 65 is nowhere near normal, but it does allow blood to clot so you don't have to worry about bleeding or bruising quite so much.

I'm still coming in every day to get Foscarnate, which is a medicine to control CMV, a virus that about 70% of the population has. In most people it just sits dormant, but it can be life-threatening in an immuno-compromised patient. I've been getting the Foscarnate for about two weeks, and my CMV levels have dropped from over 2000 to just over 200. That's a good thing.

My other blood counts have been encouraging, too. My white blood cell counts (that's all the immune system cells) and neutrophil counts(that's only those that fight bacteria) have been steady in the normal range without any booster shots, such as Neupogen.

I've found out that the reason I'm on Photopheresis, where they pull blood from my body, separate the T-cells, and shine UV light through them, is because I had graft-vs-host disease both in my skin and in my gut. They treat GVHD not only with medicines that suppress the immune system, but also with steroids. Steroids have a bunch of side effects, though, and the Photopheresis is an attempt to get me off steroids.

We're weaning off the steroids I'm taking now, and so far, so good. No rashes, and my appetite and taste for foods are increasing, not decreasing. It will take another two weeks at least to wean all the way off the steroids, so we're only about halfway there, but the Photopheresis seems to be working.

In the meantime, I'm not sure if I've mentioned that my son is getting married April 29, but the doctor and the nurses have promised that it will be no problem to get a few days away from the clinic to prepare for and attend that wedding. We're very excited.

My son Noah and his fiance, Dassi

Oh, exercise. I lost a lot of weight in the hospital when I wasn't eating, and a lot of it was muscle weight. I got very weak and looking in the mirror is frightening. Being bald and skinny, I look like I'm from a refugee camp.

The weakness means that exercise is easy, though. A half-mile walk is a long walk, and for upper body exercise, I have a stretch band. The stretch band is nice, as I can roll it up when I want a lot of resistance, or let it out when I just want to move my joints a bit.

It's all working. I'm walking a flight of stairs by our apartment on a repeated basis, and my legs don't wobble near so much as they did. I can even run a few stairs! Yesterday, I managed to get myself in a pushup position, though I could only go down about three inches. So I went down three inches as many times as I could. I am intent on getting some of my muscle mass back and looking somewhat normal.

In this state, you realize how much daily life is exercise. When I get up in the morning, if I shower, make my own breakfast, take my pills, and gather my things, I'm on my feet for 45 minutes straight. It's all walking and moving, so I can feel it in my legs and body, and I usually have to sit for 10 minutes or so before I'm ready to leave the house.

And that, of course, is happening every morning because of the Foscarnate. Normally, I would be coming to the clinic two or three times a week, but I have to come every day to get that Foscarnate infusion. I think there's about one more week of that, though the following week I have other appointments with cardiac doctors and such like.

Despite the daily trips to the clinic, I feel the fact that life is heading towards a new normal. I have some responsibilities, keeping up on the blogs, and especially on the Through the Bible blog. I've got tax issues to help others with back at the business at home, which I can only do by email and phone. Taxes are no fun, but it does feel like I'm back to life rather than laying in a bed without the energy to do anything at all.

Day 60

Well, the last couple days finally showed some improvement in my platelets. They jumped from 32 to 40 on Thursday and then from 40 to 47 on Friday. That's an excellent sign that my bone marrow is settling in.

Spring is starting to settle in!

Unfortunately, today is Saturday, so they didn't do a Complete Blood Count today, so I don't get to see if my platelets jumped a third day in a row. (My white blood cell counts have been staying constant in the low normal range, so once my red blood cell counts start rising, everything will have settled in.)

I'm in again getting Foscarnate, the drug that treats the CMV, a virus that many of us have but only those of us with suppressed immune systems have to worry about. I was getting Foscarnate twice a day until Wednesday, but now it's just once. Of course, that means I'll be here on Saturday and Sunday morning as well as weekdays for two more weeks.

Fortunately, though, the last test says that the Foscarnate has knocked the CMV level from over 2,000 to just over 500. That's a good thing, as CMV is real dangerous if it gets out of control.

Thursday and Friday I also had to do the Photopheresis, which I've already described. It takes about four hours, so I was here all afternoon. I'll do that again Monday and Tuesday afternoon. Then Wednesday through Friday I just have Foscarnate and labs in the morning, so those should be shorter days.

The doctors continue to be real pleased with my progress, but they've been also letting on more and more how concerned they were while I was in the hospital. Apparently, I was more sick than I realized, and the doctors were more concerned than they let on.

We made it to a Bible study last night, which was my first time of really being out in public. I got permission from the nurse practitioner before I went. Not only was it great to be "in fellowship" again, but I got to meet another guy who just got out of the hospital. He used to play for the Pittsburgh Steelers, in the 70's for a couple years, but a couple months ago he had open heart surgery.

Everyone wanted to pray for him and for me, of course. Afterward, I explained to them that praying for patients like us should primarily focus on being able to handle the medication and treatment we're getting. We're already healed from the diseases we've had, but the treatments, and especially the medications, can make life rough afterward.

So I thought I'd pass that on to you, too.

Christian Cancer Blogs

I got an email today from a lady who had Non-Hodgkins Lymphoma, but has been cancer-free since 2009. She told me that she's been using her blog as a sort of center for Christian cancer blogs.

I think a lot of us have been doing that, and if her March 7 post is any indication, then Cyndi's blog is an excellent one.

Day 55

We've had a BUSY last few days. The weekend wasn't too bad, fortunately, but Thursday and Friday were real doozies.

I didn't know where to put this. There is an excellent blog about a little girl with leukemia here. Today's is a tear jerker. It's on my blog list now, too, so you can keep up with it.

On both days, we went in at 7:30 a.m. to get Foscarnate. Once they'd given me the Foscarnate and whatever else I needed—usually Magnesium—we went over to the Photopheresis room for a 4-hour treatment. There, a machine separated my blood into red cells, white cells, and platelets, then exposed the white cells to ultraviolet light to damage the T-cells. Apparently, the T-cells are the cells causing Graft-vs-Host disease.

UV protective glasses are required for 24 hours after Photopheresis treatment

But the treatment doesn't simply destroy the T-cells. They put a medicine in the white blood cells, and when the T-cells go back in the body, they die in such a way—called apoptasis—that they announce to the body that they're supposed to be dying. Anyway, all of this, explained the doctor, helps prevent Graft-vs-Host disease without affecting immune function as much as other treatments do.

Photopheresis is still an experimental treatment, and doctors don't fully understand why it works, but studies show that it does, which is what's important.

Enjoying the glasses

After the 4 hours of Photopheresis, we then wandered over to a different section of the hospital to receive an evening dose of Foscarnate, which takes another 3 hours or so.

The end result was that on Thursday we were at the hospital from 7:30 a.m. to 11:30 p.m. with a break of about two hours around suppertime. Friday we stayed straight through from morning to about 8:30 at night.

Very tiring.

The Photopheresis machine

This week I have three more evening treatments of Foscarnate, so I'll go back tonight, Tuesday evening and Wednesday evening. Thursday and Friday I'll get two more afternoon Photopheresis treatments, but there's no evening Foscarnate infusions. I'll only be getting the Foscarnate once a day in the mornings.

This morning was fun, though. Jerry was in the stem cell clinic to have his blood checked, and it turned out he needed magnesium. We wound up in rooms right next to each other, so I pulled a chair up at his door, letting my IV line run back to my room, and we visited most of the time we were there.

They finally seem to have his lung problems cleared up, though now they say he has a blood clot that needs to be cleared up by some blood-thinning medication. His medication seems pretty awful. It's injected in his belly each day, and every shot leaves a small bruise.

Still, the doctors seem to believe Jerry's well enough that they're going to let him go back home to Virginia for a week. His wife is administering the shots for his blood clot.

Finally, we were very encouraged when the doctor came in today. He commented on how well I was doing after everything I've been through, and he seemed genuinely excited that I've come through all this so healthy. It was a little surprising to hear, but very encouraging.

Oh, for those who are coming along behind, it's 55 days, about 8 weeks, since my transplant, and my white blood cell counts are in the normal range and they seem to be stabilized there without my having to get Neupogen shots to keep them there. My red blood cell counts have sat stable at a really low amount for a long time, and they seem to still be there. Today was the first time that my platelets have gone up on their own, but they didn't go up very much. The count is 38, and normal is 150 or higher.