Hemaglobin: 11
Platelets: 184
White Blood Cell: 9
ANC: 7.3
I was expecting to get another Tcell level today. The Attending decided not to do it, since doing that specific test alone needs three vials of blood. And since Haley’s problem right now is her red blood cells, they wanted to make this transfusion last as long as possible. So, we will have to wait until we return to DC to find out what the Tcell level is. The discouraging news today was hearing the Attending say she doesn’t think the earlier numbers were right. She thinks they were too high and that the tests must have been faulty. I discussed with her the possibility of the Tacrolimus impeding the Tcell production, as that was its function in the beginning. She said it is probably the case, but the dangers associated with Graft Versus Host Disease (GVHD) are far greater than having her Tcells come in large numbers. They will not decrease the Tacro level until at least month 6 (when the risk of GVHD goes down a bit). So we are stuck with low Tcell levels, but at least they made a showing. I wish we were returning with a sense of when her Tcells and red blood cells will come back. It’s a little discouraging, but she’s as giggly and charming as ever. So I looked at her today, and tried very hard to be Big Picture mom. It was a struggle, but it was a nice break from Oh My Gosh My Poor Baby mom. I’m not sure I fooled Haley, but she smiled at me anyway. I made the first clinic day back in DC for next Wednesday. That should give us a few days to reacclimate and taking a breather from the hospital, any hospital. In addition to being seen by our hematologist, we will be returning to New York once a month for our check-ups with our transplant team.
We had OT and PT today. There was one point where Haley was frustrated that she couldn’t get to a toy, and she started screaming. I wanted very badly to pick her up, not to appease her, but because it sounded like she was in pain. I explained that recently, everytime Haley or Anna cries, I think they are in pain. The PT pointed out that this feeling is common among parents of transplant kids (or kids who have undergone major hospitalizations). She said it was like post traumatic stress disorder, like coming home from a war and jumping every time you hear a car backfire. I’m sure it wil pass.
The movers came today to collect our lives for the past 4 months and transplant it back to DC. We don’t move move until Sunday, but this is only time the movers could come. The The apartment that Haley is in, aside from a few large items, looks the same. The room in Lori’s home look very bare. I put Anna to sleep there tonight, and it didn’t feel like the same place. reality of going home, with so much uncertainty, has not yet sunk in. I’m already so emotional, I can’t imagine what I’ll be by the end of the week.
Guests today were: Sandy and Arnie (they own the place Haley has been staying at. They were very quick fans of one another).
Funny moment of the day was when Anna said to me “Mommy, I want to believe in.” I said ” you want to believe in what?” She said, “I want to be leavin’ to go to washington.” that was her first joke ever told, and I thought it was a pretty funny. This is a reminder to please submit a comment to Haley this week, so she can read what you wrote to her for a long time to come. if you don’t want to send it via the blog, please email me at jordana.well@gmail.com