Chris resigned from the job in NJ this morning and started the long drive home. He should be back sometime tomorrow night, which means I should probably tidy up my mess a bit. He is the Felix to my Oscar and yet somehow it all works.
I'm excited to have him back and hope that the new job is a better fit. I'll take my last dose of steroids on Wednesday and if the GvHD behaves I should be good to go. My doctor has warned me that if the GvH is going to flare up, it will happen in the next few weeks. I'm keeping an eye on it and hoping fervently that the new immune system maintains the status quo. Since I've tapered off to 8mg of methylprednisolone, I've noticed that my energy levels have dropped concurrently. I no longer feel like I'm vibrating so hard that take off is imminent and I'm sleeping more. Rather, I'm not waking up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. My fingers continue to be a little stiff, but that's nothing new. So long as the other joint issues remain at bay, I'll be a happy girl.