At the start of last month, I took on a major stepping stone; I went back to school for an online summer course. These last few weeks have been very difficult as I have no energy to do much, and I'm still dealing with some lingering side effects from transplant. However, the great thing about this online class is that I can do it at my own pace (for the most part) and it gives me something to do. If I didn't have that, I'd be extremely bored and most likely severely depressed. I'm not even allowed to go back to work until next year when my blood counts are back and I've gotten all my childhood vaccines again. At the moment, I essentially have the immune system of a newborn baby.
Physically I'm still very weak, which definitely has an impact on what I can and cannot do. I sleep for a majority of the time and have hardly any appetite. I've also been dealing with this pulsing sensation in my ears that just doesn't seem to go away. After seeing an ENT specialist, I was left with more concerns than I would have liked. He couldn't tell me if this was something neurological, vascular, or nothing at all...but he did have suspicions on whether it was related to the blood clot I had at the end of my transplant ordeal. Next month I get an MRI to check and see if there are any problems...if so, I might need surgery.
Needless to say, this past month has been emotionally difficult considering everything going on. My hair is starting to come back, and I've managed to lose 10 pounds since I was discharged, thanks to my waning appetite. I resumed my perfect attendance at my cancer support group and have even caught up with a few friends of mine. I even managed to go to a Celtic festival with my mom and sister for a few hours (I had been dying to eat some haggis since my trip to Scotland). Despite all these wonderful things happening, I still feel empty and low. I thought things would start looking better once I was out of transplant, but the reality is that the fear of relapse is ever more present.
Everyone keeps telling me to "Stay positive!" or "You're cured!" and "You can finally go back to normal life!"...and I'm really trying...but the PTSD from dealing with this transplant, and everything that has happened in these past 3 insane years, is starting to catch up with me. It's gotten to the point where I had to decide what I want to do with my life based on my health predicament. I've been avoiding the summer sun in fear that just the mildest burn could end my life. Every day I have a moment of panic where I quickly check my neck for fear of finding a lump again. I can't sleep at night, because I keep having nightmares where my transplant doctor tells me my cancer has come back and there's nothing left for me. Everyone has been complimenting me on my hair growth, but I can't even enjoy it since I fear for a future where I'm told that I will have to lose it all over again. I try so hard to repress the fears, but it's just too much. There are very few people who seem to really understand as well. It's frustrating to think that even after all the treatment I've endured, I'm still fighting...only this time for sanity and peace of mind.
Thankfully, I'm planning to take some time for myself and get away from home at the end of the month. I'm hoping to be in a better state of mind when I return so that I'm ready for the fall. In September is when the real showdown happens: two transplant follow-ups, a CT scan, and I begin the childhood vaccines. In the meantime, I'll just keep writing essays for my class and distract myself with the World Cup. I may never "go back to normal life"...I've already accepted that...but I hope that with time I can move forward and away from this nightmare. I just have to remember that there is still so much left for me to do and that even in my darkest moments, there's so much to be grateful for.
Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderful 4th of July, and I'll try to update again on here soon!
