This is a big week for Tom. He must must must start producing white blood cells, the key sign that the transplant is working. He must also make them feel at-home in his body, so that they don't attack him. We place our confidence in the love and synergy that Tom and Steve have been professing to each other since the transplant occurred. I'm personally eagerly awaiting hearing that number go up. It had jumped up to .2 last week, briefly, but then fell back to .1 and then 0. It has been back up to .1 for several days. Waiting each day for Tom's blood count I am reminded of how distraught Tom and I were when Gabriel was born such a skinny little bird who didn't catch on to nursing right away and didn't begin to gain weight quickly. Tom and I would stay up nights just trying to get him to eat and our favorite day of the week was the day of my breastfeeding support group, where they would weigh him with an accurate scale. Tom would wait eagerly for me to call with that number and we would relish in every new ounce. Well, the tables have turned and Gabriel and I are eagerly awaiting each rise in Tom's count and we expect to have a similar experience, filled with steady climbing.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Day 17
This is a big week for Tom. He must must must start producing white blood cells, the key sign that the transplant is working. He must also make them feel at-home in his body, so that they don't attack him. We place our confidence in the love and synergy that Tom and Steve have been professing to each other since the transplant occurred. I'm personally eagerly awaiting hearing that number go up. It had jumped up to .2 last week, briefly, but then fell back to .1 and then 0. It has been back up to .1 for several days. Waiting each day for Tom's blood count I am reminded of how distraught Tom and I were when Gabriel was born such a skinny little bird who didn't catch on to nursing right away and didn't begin to gain weight quickly. Tom and I would stay up nights just trying to get him to eat and our favorite day of the week was the day of my breastfeeding support group, where they would weigh him with an accurate scale. Tom would wait eagerly for me to call with that number and we would relish in every new ounce. Well, the tables have turned and Gabriel and I are eagerly awaiting each rise in Tom's count and we expect to have a similar experience, filled with steady climbing.
Saturday, March 14, 2009
Day 8
Well, Tom's 8/100's done with this transplant business and is looking great! His nausea is decreasing. He's not excited about food, but he can eat. He's also being administered intravenous nutrition now. Throughout this week Tom has felt better and enjoyed visits from friends and family. Each day the doctor notes, surpisingly, how well Tom looks. The doctor also shared that Steve gave Tom an abundance of stem cells. He wasn't specific about the number and how it compares to the average donation, but it was definitely on the high end. Here they are on the big day last week:
By the end of this week the doctor's expect to see Tom's white blood count raise from the .1 that it's been since the transplant. We're eagerly looking forward to hearing that news around Friday, give or take.
Today Gabriel got to see Tom at the hospital. Last week, after declaring that he WOULD wear the mask and gloves we prepared for a visit by asking for a doctor's order for him to come up and by practicing wearing the mask and gloves at home. Gabriel lasted about 20 minutes before he'd had it with the mask, but did very well while he was there.
Today the ominous hair loss symptom took hold. Tom faced it head on (pun intended) by asking Tim to come and shave his head:
This week was also our first chance to call upon the help of the many of you who have signed up to make it possible for me to visit Tom by hanging out with Gabriel. The calendar and all you signees have been a great relief to me and I thank everyone who signed up over the last two weeks. I don't know what I would do without this support.
Thank you all for being the community holding Tom, Gabriel and me up. We really feel it. Much love, The Highland Park DuBranskys