“Happy Birthday” to me

When you have a stem cell transplant, the day you have it they call it you birthday at the hospital.  Today is my 1st “Birthday”, one year ago today on May 17th was my transplant. For the first 6 months or so, we assumed  I wasn’t going to make it to my first “Birthday”, but not only did I, but I am in great health.   So, Teresa was the first to wish me Happy Birthday, as I have no clue what the date was when she said it at first I was puzzled.   Then I looked down at my screen and saw 5/17 and knew exactly what the Happy Birthday was for.  A special thanks goes out to the transplant staff at Mayo Clinic Rochester for getting me this far.


Physically, I am still doing pretty good.   Just coughing in the evenings now for the most part.   But my knee feels better, my back doesn’t hurt, and all the aches and pains associated with my last trip to Mayo have disappeared.   Physically, I feel pretty damn good for a guy who has battled cancer twice (and beat it twice) and all  the other ailments that I have had over the years.  In case you didn’t know, my asthma is back, I carry an inhaler most of the time again and I hate it just as much now as I did back then.  But asthma is not keeping me down.


Depression still is keeping me down.  I have no idea what triggered this depression, but it’s lingering and it’s driving me crazy.  Yes, it could be seasonal (although I have never had a problem in the Spring before), there is nothing situational going on that should cause it, so it’s probably just chemical and we all know that chemical means meds to most people who deal with bipolar.  I will NOT take any anti-depressant, the ones I have tried (many) have all caused MANIA.  And mania is worse than depression in my case most of them time.  So, I will just sit here playing my game while depressed.  At least I get some enjoyment out of the killing of virtual enemies.


My weight has stalled out at 207.4.  I am happy with that but I wish it was 2 pounds less, then I would be reaching my goal of 205ish.  But 207 isn’t 210 or 212 (the post-prednisone weight), so I am content with that.   My metabolism has changed considerably with the stem cell transplant.  I eat pretty much just like I used to, and I am drinking almost exclusively Gatorade (and not the 1/2 or no sugar kind).  So, I should be ballooning up, but I am not.  Not going to argue with it, just be happy that there is less of me to love.


Skyrim:  I deleted the Mage Summoner I played all day yesterday.   She got BORING when she hit level 20ish.  All the fights worked out the same.  Things rarely touched my mage, my  mage would summon a big monster who got all the agro and then my mage would summon his summonable sword and then attack said mob from behind.   It was just the same thing over and dover again.

So, I made a new Orc Warhammer wielder.  If I am going to have a one trick pony so to speak, might as well have a true one attack monkey.   Orc is only just level 7 now.  Might turn out that I get bored with her too around level 20.   But I have a plan, perhaps it’ll keep this one from getting boring.


Yesterday it hit 91 degrees in Des Moines.   Teresa’s car thermometer said it was 96 here in Adel.  Either way, it broke records.  Today wasn’t nearly as bad, only in the mid 80s.  But it thunder stormed all morning and the humidity is way up.   Humidity is what bugs me about living in the Midwest.


I will be getting my blood work for Mayo early next week.  I am hoping I feel better and not depressed.  But I am NOT going to a pulmonologist.  There is nothing wrong with my lungs, my lungs are perfectly clear.  A pulmonologist would order a pulmonary function test and see my lungs are strong.  He would then refer me to a gastroenterologist to see if I have reflux again, which I do not think I do.  The cough feels like it is originating in my throat which is weird.


Sorry that this post is so late today.   I wasn’t going to post today, but I was struck by it being my “Birthday” and thought maybe you would want to know it was a special day for me.


Author: Jeff Campbell

I am 49 year old guy, who beat blood cancer but is getting his butt kicked by bone marrow cancer. At this point it appears I am dying. Married and in love with the most wonderful woman in the world (27 years). She has stood by me thru a lot of crap and I love her so.

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