The stay in the hospital was the most difficult time of my life. I was quarantined to my room for 23 days and, I might add, there was no shower or bath in the room. Each day felt longer than the previous and of course I began to get weaker each day also. My day in the hospital would consist of a nurse coming in at least every hour to check
I had so many chemicals running through me, I didn’t even realize it till now how long they take to wear off. My transplant was five months ago and it has only been this past month that I’ve really started to feel like me again. I find it harder to talk about the past because I’m feeling ready to move on and this makes me remember the bad times.