I’ve made it through the night, despite not much sleep, as I’ve been constantly hooked to a drip since 10am yesterday, to counteract the effects of the Melaphalan. I feel rather woozy – rather like it felt to fly to Australia in economy some years ago.
Today is transplant day. I’m scheduled to receive my stem cells back at around 2pm. It genuinely is a second chance at life. For the next few days, as my old immune system withers away and the new one starts to take shape, I’ll be as helpless and dependent as any baby. After treatment is complete I’ll even have to undergo all of my childhood vaccinations again, as there’ll be no trace left of my original ones.
Thank you to everyone who has supported me through this. Family, friends, colleagues, the astounding NHS … and of course, my beautiful wife, Jane. I love you all.