so when do you 'think' you're going on holiday?

Imelda picked up on the above statement from the doctor as we sat down to receive the news of my blood test yesterday afternoon, and immediately drifted into a paranoid state.

Luckily it all came back good. Not perfect, but good enough to go on holiday, and an improvement on last time. Which means no pelvic extraction when I return from Rhodes!

When I do return I'll be a married man. How bizarre. I'll also be oily as an olive, and as brown as a, ermmmm, cardboard box?

another blood test

Another day, another blood test. Just a little recap: my red blood cell count was low, and my platelets are still low, and my kidneys weren't perfect. This afternoon I'll get the next bit of information.

Watch this film here: My Little Scare. Luisa, 18 months post transplant, has a blood issue. Watching this makes me realise that anything could yet happen since I'm only 4 months post transplant.

I have been extremely busy moving house and have found little time to relax because there have been so many little jobs to do. I'm looking forward to my holiday/wedding/honeymoon in Rhodes which is less than a week away!

empty bones

Another blood test last Thursday. Things are OK, but only OK. My red cell count was only 8.9 (should be 13-15) so I am a little weak.

The doctor said it was probably down to there not being much marrow in my bones. I will go back in three weeks time to see if things have improved. If they haven't then after my holiday/wedding/honeymoon trip to Rhodes I will be having another bone marrow test - you know the one where they apple core your pelvis to get inside your bones.

They aren't concerned about cancer (at this point) but it will just be a procedure to see what's going on inside my bones.

The doctor described my 32km bike ride the day before as 'impressive' considering my low RBC.

For some reason my platelets are also still on the low side at 31 (or was it 51?) either way, low. No cuts and bruises for me please.