To my sweet friends and family,
I am at a loss as to where I should even begin. I will first share with you the wonderful news that I will be going home tomorrow! (For those keeping track, my white count went from 2.2 yesterday to 4.8 this morning....can't wait to know what it is tomorrow!) Thank you, Jesus! Every time I have even thought about the reality of this I have tears streaming down my face. Am I really on the "other side" of the transplant already? I remember coming into the hospital on January 27; I just kept wishing there was some way the Lord could fast forward me through the next three weeks. Well, unfortunately there is not a fast forward button in life, however He has certainly carried me through this time.
Is your volume turned on? The song that is playing "Carry You" was introduced to me by my sister Michelle. Oh, how perfect these words are. He promises He will carry us....lay down your burden, I will carry you, I will carry you my child. I love this: He reminds us that He can walk on water, can calm a restless sea, give vision to the blind, raise the dead, and He sees every tear we cry.....What a Friend we have in Jesus. I was talking with my nurse today, and again my tears were flowing as I said I don't know how people go through these things...or even just life without Jesus. He has carried me through every day of lying in my bed on the bone marrow transplant unit...through every moment of chemo...through the moments I didn't think I could handle....through each night being away from my family....through the actual transplant experience....through my walks through the hallways trying to regain strength, and through the moments of staring at the calendar wanting to wish away the days so that I could be to the point of going home. Here I am. Tonight is my last night here, and I just want to tell you that I thank my Jesus for carrying me.
There are so many things I could share with you. Right now I want to publicly thank all of the nurses who took such wonderful care of me. Even when I was extremely uncomfortable during chemo, I knew they would do what they could to help me. I have to say that Pamela, Laurie, and Esta will forever hold a special place in my heart. I can't wait to stroll in to the BMT unit in a few months or a year, and show them the miracle they were a part of in February. I have so much more to share, which will be included in another post. I am so grateful for so many things that need to be mentioned....I want to give God the glory for what He has done through my doctors, nurses, family members who were by my side, an amazing husband who deserves the biggest award in the world, and a church who has been the hands and feet of Jesus to my family through all of the meals, prayers, cards, and love.
There is one more thing I do need you to know before I end for now. I asked many of you to be praying specifically for a certain condition called mucositis. From what I was told in preparation for the transplant, this pretty much goes hand in hand with the transplant process. Because your white count completely bottoms out, your entire GI tract (yep, mouth to bottom) is extremely irritated. Patients often will have mouth sores so severe they are on a morphine pump. On the other end of the spectrum, diarrhea is also very common. Please share in my joy when I tell you about my miracle....Jesus saved me from all of this. Each day the doctors and nurses would look in my mouth with a flashlight at my throat and mouth. As the days passed with no signs of sores anywhere...I could see a glimpse of surprise on their faces. If you haven't guessed, I never had to suffer from mucositis. It's my miracle....and I thank you for praying with me about this. There is power in prayer, my friends!
I will end for now...will be sharing more later. Remember, He just wants us to lay down our burdens....and He WILL carry us! I am a living example of this.
I love you,