Two weeks to go until the second phase commences. I go in on the 4th November, and the transplant takes place on the 11th. There will be a weeks worth of chemotherapy before the cells are transplanted back to me. It’s safe to say I’m not looking forward to the first week, but it’s onwards and upwards after that.
Anyway, this week I had some pre transplant tests. First was a visit to the dentist to make sure there was no underlying problems that may cause an infection while I’m in hospital. Thankfully there was no major problems. I only need a filling, but that’s not going to stop the procedure going ahead, so I’ll hang off and get that after I’m out. I’ve got enough to deal with, with my Crohn’s and getting ready to go into hospital.
After the dentist, I had some heart tests. I think it was an ECG and echo. All went well I presume. After that there was a lung function test. Again all went ok. The lung test was hard. They hooked me up to a machine that I had to breathe into, while they clipped my nose. I felt quite claustrophobic because I couldn’t breathe through my nose and I had to breathe into a small tube. It’s not a test I want to repeat anytime soon. It wasn’t painful, just really really uncomfortable. I was struggling to breathe, but I was told that is normal.
Another appointment I was meant to have was with a urologist, to have my sperm frozen, as the drugs used in the transplant leaves you infertile. Unfortunately, because I have been on methotrexate for a while, I wasn’t able to freeze mine. So no more Mark Junior’s for this family. It was a tough decision to go through with the transplant knowing we can’t have anymore children. We weren’t planning on anymore, but that was our decision, and we could always change our mind, but knowing we definately can’t have anymore was a blow. If I wasn’t so ill, then it could have been a potential game changer. My thinking of the situation was if I didn’t get the transplant, then I wouldn’t be fit enough to have anymore children anyway. So it was a catch 22 situation. We have 1 daughter already, and I would rather she had no siblings with a fit and healthy Dad, than a sick one with little chance of a sibling anyway. Here’s hoping I made the right decision.
So I’m all set for the 4th November. It’ll be a pretty rubbish week before the cells get re-infused, but after that I’m on the road to recovery. I hope this works, and not just for myself. For the whole Crohn’s community across the world. The doctor’s are really optimistic about this line of treatment for Crohn’s. Hopefully more sufferer’s will get the opportunity to receive a transplant and kick this horrible disease to the kerb.