This was the first night in the hospital - while I was still on the 6th floor. I am attempting to see if the Lifecare 5000 Infusion Pump will allow me to send text messages. 

It wouldn't. But it would pump me that sweet, delicious blood. 

My oncologist/hematologist was a Mizzou fan. Her reaction to my KU shirt was to surgically remove my legs just before this photo was taken. 

Another view of me, probably smiling because it's near a meal time. This was taken my first day on the oncology floor. 

Upon being admitted I was designated a fall risk because my blood counts were so low. 

Battle wounds on my left arm . . . 

. . . and on my right arm. 

Sometimes you just want toast. And nothing else. 

Atgam (lymphocyte immune globulin, anti-thymocyte globulin [equine] sterile solution)
 

Any time I left my room on "official" business (for x-rays, etc), I did so in a wheelchair. The mask was was a precaution because I was neutropenic for the majority of my hospital stay. 

A cup of 100 mg cyclosporine tablets. Yum. 

. . . and the much less intimidating colace and zyrtec.  

Half-choking and gagging versus down the hatch. 

Me sleeping (or pretending to sleep) because I don't want to take the cyclosporine perched on my chest. 

My buddy Dan, making what is surely a good point during his visit. 

My bed. Without me in it. 

. . . and the guest bed. 

The flowers my employer sent (picture taken at my apartment). 

I had a room with a view. This was my view. 

August 4th, the day I was discharged. 

I'm excited to go home, and also that the nurses found me a rolling cart to serve as my moving truck.