think Peter O'Toole in Laurence of Arabia

yes, visualize a vast desert, only thoughts of hope are sustaining you through the parched, barron land. You pick up your hand from the desert floor and put your hand up to your mouth and taste the sand. Desperately, trying to swallow the only source of food, barely able to take a step, legs seizing up and losing the ability to function. They move now, only with pain. The sun burns the top of your head and you rip the cloth away, knowing that relief could be, may be, over the horizon. But how many days will it take? How long?

Cut to Seattle. Yep, there's Margie's life right now. The tediousness of all of this is enough to make me go berzerk, and to hear Margie say "The doctors are happy. I feel like crap, and that's exactly where I'm supposed to be" Well, that say's a lot for someone who typically can manage most anything with a positive word.

So a quick overview and I'll get to the GOOD STUFF.

Eating: Big issue as EVERYTHING makes her nauseaus. Looking at it, smelling it, swallowing it, chewing it. You get the picture.
On top of that, taking all those pills! Yes, more swallowing. More nausea. So, huge undertaking many times a day and not a pleasant experience.
Standing up, she immediately feels pain in her legs and so the walking has been very difficult to even do. A hundred steps around the apartment is a goal she tries to accomplish.
Plenty of fatigue, don't need to go into that.

Lots of good news: She hasn't had any temperature, organ failure so no check-ins to the hospital: All Good

Now the GOOD STUFF:
The nurse told her today that her numbers are beginning to show increases: That is a good sign because it can be a sign that the transplant is taking!!!! Way to take over an immune system Cathy! Way to go Margie!!

So, we continue to wait, hope and watch. I don't know about you , but I sit here in total awe of this episode of the most fascinating science fiction ( and yet, completely real life) that I've ever witnessed. What about you?