1 1/2 years post-transplant. 1.5 years of surviving – of learning that the hard part is living, not dying. I capped off 18 months post-transplant in New York City, my first plane travel since the horrific plane ride back from South Africa.
I came back to spring quarter ready to take on too much as always, but Week 1 has been a trainwreck. First, I ended up in the ED with severe eye pain only to be diagnosed with GVHD of the eyes. I had eye exams two days of the week, and lost both days completely due to the dilation required for the exams. On Thursday, I had an IVIG infusion, which I reacted to and thus was unable to finish. This is particularly annoying because I get high doses of benadryl to ideally prevent reactions to the infusion, so I slept the whole day and will have to sleep another whole day to actually get the infusion.
Thursday I also had an oncology clinic appointment. At this point, I have GVHD involvement in my gut, skin, eyes, and liver. I also have weirdly high levels of eosinophils in my blood counts, which may be due to GVHD as well. Despite my best efforts (this includes, I’m not kidding, a diet of predominantly full-fat Kraft Mac and Cheese, protein shakes, Coho caprese paninis, and gummy bears), I have lost 20 pounds since February. At this point, I have no option but to go back on prednisone. Devastated is an understatement.
I don’t know what to do – attempt to catch up in the courses I am already behind in as of week 1? Take a reduced course load? Withdraw and go home? All the options suck. I typed this from a dark starbucks, where I am wearing sunglasses because the light hurts my eyes. Someone hellppp meeee.