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My Bone Marrow Transplant

Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional.

Yesterday I went to see Dr. Ruth D at SLMC because she is a pulmonary specialist and I have a head and chest cold and cough. I haven’t seen her since I was in the ICU in SLMC last March. She was the doctor who kept me alive long enough for me to be airlifted to Hong Kong. She helped save my life. She’s a wonderful, cheery, chatty person who is a delight to be with.

The first words out of her mouth after the usual pleasantries were “what prednisolone dose are you on?” That threw me; I’m used to haematologists asking such things but from a pulmonary doctor it was something new. She took careful notes of my current drug regime, and from the questions it was obvious that she knew a lot about GvHD. She asked me where my GvHD presents and I told her the gut, mouth and infrequently the skin. She said she had a patient who had a transplant 8 years ago and the GvHD is only on her tongue. We had a discussion about bronchiolitis obliterans, the most dreaded GvHD, and also scleroderma. She listened to my chest, prescribed a whole lot of medication including a new antibiotic, nagged me to exercise more and sent me on my way.

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