Hi.
I’m new to posting on these forums, although I have been reading them for some time.
In January 2014 I was diagnosed with ALL. It was completely out of the blue, I felt very well, I wasn’t poorly at all. I first went to the doctors because I was losing weight, my gp sent me for a blood routine test and within a week I had my diagnosis. Being a seemingly healthy 30 something with a young family it was a devastating blow.
I was originally told I wouldn’t need a transplant but after 2 months in hospital on various chemo treatments it became apparent I wasn’t responding how the doctors expected. In early June, after my third month long stay in hospital, my consultant told me that my leaukeamia had actually not improved at all. It seemed a total waste of my seemingly precious little time left, being stuck in four walls, being given all sorts of treatment that made no difference at all to my condition.
My consultant told me there was one chance left before they would just try to prolong my life as opposed to cure me. He made it sound like there was one lot of chemo treatment left on a dusty shelf somewhere in the pharmacy and they’d try that just for the hell of it.
Happily though, this treatment did work, by the early part of July my biopsy results showed there was no leaukeamia left. A donor was found for me and eventually, mid September, I had my transplant for a unrelated donor found through Anthony Nolan.
From then it has been pretty much plain sailing. I was out the hospital and home a fortnight after the transplant. I didn’t really get any GVHD, maybe my skin felt a little dryer than normal but nothing serious. I actually returned to work part time around day 90 and even made the works Christmas party on day 101.
From reading other people experiences on here I feel very lucky for how I’ve responded to the transplant and all the related treatment. I was perhaps a little naive when I came out from the transplant. Taking public transport to my clinic appointments for example, but fortunately I didn’t pick up anything serious.
I am now looking to the future, later this year I am marrying my partner who was, and still is, my absolute rock. She went through every single part of the treatment with me!
Finding out you have blood cancer is something I wouldn’t wish on anyone. The endless weeks, days and even hours spent within those four walls while your receiving treatment, watching your blood levels fall and willing them up again, putting all you hopes of a future on a little bag holding a pint of some else’s stem cells, it’s certainly character building.
I guess I’m just writing this so if anyone else is going through a similar thing, there will be lots of ups and lots and lots of downs, never give up hope. It’s scary, it’s physically and mentally very hard and it never leaves your mind but in many many cases there’s a happy ending!!