A year ago today I got "the call". That call you wonder how you would react to if you were ever on the receiving end. It was Sunday evening and Cory had left for the airport maybe 2-3 hours before the phone rang. He was on his way to a conference in Phoenix. My mom was with us, as I was still recovering from the hospitalization and surgeries. Gabey and Mack were watching Veggie Tales, and Lucas and I had just set up to play "Life" when the phone rang. I vividly remember the rest of that night and the next few days...surreal. Very surreal.
I'm still grappling with graft vs host issues. Increasing my immunosuppressant drugs to stifle my donor cells has helped. My liver is looking much better. I still have some slight skin and mouth issues. The doctor told me I will most likely not even start tapering off the meds for another 3 months. I might have almost cried when she told me that...but I held it together. Now, I'm just accepting it as part of the journey. And I'm feeling pretty good overall, so I can't complain. I don't even need a nap every day. That is something. My family and I are on a more personal part of this journey now. I thought we did the hard stuff already, but I think emotionally and spiritually we are (I am) at a truly critical point. I am learning what the Atonement of Jesus Christ really means for me and my family. It's been a turmoil of emotions and feelings over the last little bit that I never would have imagined. Perhaps someday I'll share, in hopes of helping someone else.
Hair growth is coming along nicely. I'm not really one for "selfies", but I'll get my kids in a pic with me and post it. Clara and I are head to head (no pun intended) to grow hair. She's got a better mullet going on than I do, though.
