Well, it is Monday afternoon, and my only improvement is that my fever is not going quite as high. It doesn't really appear that the antibiotics are working, and the docs don't know where the infection is coming from. I still hold out the theory that it is at least possibly my age old dental cavitations (places that did not fill in with tissue or bone after dental extractions, that can harbor infections). The docs hold that as a possibility but did not take my suggestion to try more anaerobic antibiotics. And it could be GVH, although I have elevated white counts, and a higher fever than would be normal for that. My red counts and platelets are down, which could be from either cause, or even just from an uneven engraftment process.
Perhaps I am just meant to contemplate the deepest meanings of existence in a small room with white walls, and an intermittent view of San Francisco when the fog lifts. I certainly seem to be getting continuing lessons in the art of surrender. I am ready for the lessons to get easier.
Someday this will all be over, and this blog will be no more, but until then,
Your faithful blogger,
Anne
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