I thought the post-transplant fatigue wouldn't be such a big deal. Hah-hah! My hemoglobin continues to lurk at low-normal, and therein lies the rub.
Oops: I didn't factor in just HOW BIG the transition would be from a two-bedroom apartment, one husband, no pets, and lots of takeout to my (nonetheless lovely) Erma Bombeck reality. Fortunately I am blessed with a husband who enjoys carpools, a 13-year-old aspiring chef, a 16-year-old chauffeur/errand runner, and a boy who makes his own lunch.
When it gets to be too much, I simply fold my tent. Thank goodness that I can. (Green tea and crossword puzzles really do the trick.)
My first followup scans will be May 11 with doctor visit on May 13. On April 16 I go (briefly) under the knife for a new port-a-cath to allow infusions of the bone-strengthening medication I get monthly.
As they say in the British armed forces: "Carry on!"
Hugs to all,