Merry Christmas all, I trust Santa was generous and you all had an awesome break.
Christmas chez McCleave was stellar and got a little better today as I finished this latest round of chemo and got up to date paraprotein levels.
A welcome drop from 32 to 25. The race to the bottom is back on.
Drugs (supplemented by a hint of festive spirit) do appear to work! This is good on two levels. First being it will get me in a better space to make a success of the transplant and second; as and when this returns, there will be a drug that works to get it back in check.
That is a massive relief after the last 4 months of stasis.
So 3 more rounds of this regime then onto stem cell transplant.
Not exactly looking forward to that but at least it will (hopefully) be the end of this convoluted process for a period of time. I just need donor now…
On the subject of donors, I took a darkly humorous phone call from the Anthony Nolan charity 3 weeks ago. (you are allowed to chuckle)
They are on the look out for a match for me and the message was that one had been found.
As the conversation progressed, the inference was however that I was a match for someone else?(Clearly, I am the one in need)
Then it clicked what was going on…
I asked them to check the name of the recipient and I’m sure you can see where this is going.
I had registered as a donor 15 years ago and lo and behold, they had matched me with myself. The rest of the discussion was stunted to say the least.
So the search continues. Thanks to all of you who have registered.
Nothing more to report. Despite the drugs I’m feeling good and even the hair has returned. (I am still convinced it is blond however, some of the nurses believe it is grey. I told them that is why they work in a hospital and not Tony & Guy’s)
I might just sink a few beers on New Years eve to celebrate a positive end to a pretty naff year.
See you in 2018