It's really been six months since transplant. I know, I can't believe it either. I'm not a fan of how time can be so warped. But, here we are. Adam had his six month bone marrow aspirate two days ago. He, like always, managed like a champ.
We had to do an Echocardiogram before the aspirate to check on his heart and make sure there aren't any major issues that may have been caused by the chemotherapy. We don't have the results back yet, but soon, I am told. While he was laying on the table with his little bare chest covered in green goop, he looked up at me and said, "I don't like this hospital." To which I would reply, "I don't like any hospital." When the technician opened the little green bag of wipes to clean off the gel, the smell hit me in the face like a belly flop in a swimming pool. The emotional memories that smell brought back were as vivid as if we had just finished transplant yesterday. I was really glad to leave cardiology. Adam wasn't all that disappointed either.
The restrictions placed on Adam are starting to be lifted. With the completion of the Cyclosporin (anti-rejection medication), he is not in as much danger as he was before. We must still remain cautious for a little while longer, but it's nothing compared to what we had to do when we first came home. We are looking forward to summer and can't wait to introduce Adam to the "swimmin' cool." It will be the first experience he can remember (he's only gone swimming once before) and he is really excited about it. We will also be able to go back to Grandma and Grandpa's farm, which will be great fun! Nothing like checking cows with Grandpa and giving hugs to Grandma. But...for now...it really is one day at a time.