Don't stop thinking about tomorrow. Don't stop it'll soon be here. It'll be here better than before.

I'm writing this on day minus one. Today is a rest day. The previous four days I have had chemotherapy and ATG for the last three. I've been on a 24 hour drip for the last 100 hours. Tomorrow is day zero. Transplant day.

I feel pretty worn out already and have been warned the next week will be much harder. All of my symptoms are currently worse and I'm scared but what makes you bad makes you better. I'm nearly there and just need to keep thinking about tomorrow. (Well a couple of weeks anyway.

A very short blog (Size isn't everything, see final paragraph.), no humour and not particularly uplifting but I thought I'd give you all an update. Plus it's a great lyric from Fleetwood Mac.

(Okay, one funny story. I fell over in the shower yesterday morning. I had a temperature and fever from the ATG. There were two nurses who came to help me up (eventually), a black lady and a Filipino man who kept calling me his darling. Not to stereotype, but stark bollock naked as I was, I imagine he thought. 'Wow, that massive!', while she thought, 'Wow, that's tiny!')