I’m slowing down.   Feeling more like a patient again.   It is surprising; according to the extensive battery of testing I’ve had over the past couple weeks, I’m very healthy.  I’m in remission.  I’m trying not to over-do things.  But still, something changed in the past couple of days, and I’ve re-entered patienthood.   So I’m napping a little more, expecting a little less of myself.   I spent my time between the last chemo blast and the transplant well.  My house is in order, both literally and figuratively.

So I’m ready.  And re-acclimating to the steep terrain ahead.

And really, really, looking forward to being on the other side.