The odds were against him, but he survived.
The months following the transplant were very difficult for him, and he was set back by constant illness, bad reactions, and complications. The odds of surviving the first two months were not great.
But he did it.
It has been a very rough road, and to say it has been full of ups and downs is an understatement. I know he lives in constant fear of his Cancer returning, or of developing new illnesses. The psychological impact of Cancer is as devastating as the physical ones.
I am so proud of him. He's doing it. It's slow, but it's steady. He tells me that I'm his hero because I've worked hard to improve my health and physical fitness, but in all honesty, he's my hero.
|One Year Later|
We're almost there.
One day at a time, one foot in front of the other.
The future is always uncertain, but together our family can live each day to it's fullest.