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.