Hey all, just need some good vibes please! I'm currently 5 1/2 months post transplant, and my white blood cell count has been on a steady decline for the last few weeks. I take Azathioprine for WBC suppression, as the Mycophenylate medications wrecked my gut for the first 3.5 months. It was expected that my WBC could be lowered due to the medication, so I didn't panic when it went below 3 (minimum is 4 but my book said to worry if below 3), just notified my transplant team and they've been watching it for the last 2 months. Well, now that it's so low (went from 2.0 to 1.5- as of Monday it was 1.05) I've been getting labs done 2x per week, which hurts a lot (no matter where they poke) and there's no progress. On Thursday I get to get labs drawn again, on top of getting a shot either that same day or the next day to stimulate WBC creation.
Not only that, but I'm absolutely exhausted- like sleeping for 15+ hours per day/night because I can't stay awake. If I am awake, it's a foggy, slow-moving and constantly yawning type awake. This has been since about 2.5 months post as well. It started off as "oh you had a major surgery and you're lower on steroids, so it's normal to have this type of exhaustion," but now it's "this isn't normal. Talk to your other doctors (PCP) to get this figured out." Mind you, I've had fatigue/exhaustion issues since I was 13 and in CKD stage 3, so this will be fun. I have labs for those as well on Thursday, but the doctor I spoke with even mentioned how my labs could be skewed due to me being post transplant and before 6 months post.
The first few months was pretty crummy as it was between having severe side effects of tacrolimus and prednisone *which I still have* and being ill with infections just because my immune system was shot as it was. Being told "it will get better" is slowly becoming a pipe dream, and I am struggling with handling it all while trying to go back to school via online classes. My family has been as supportive as can be, but it's hard only delivering not so great news after something that's supposed to have saved my life. My donor was my step sister, and I already feel horrible with her seeing me like this since she was under the impression that I was going to be so much better after her donation and I'm not. This is also taking a toll on my relationship with my boyfriend since I need help all the time and I'm not in the best mood, so it's becoming a lonely place despite seeing my therapist and keeping myself in as decent of a place physically and emotionally as possible.
Sorry it's so long; sort of an emotional word vomit into this post.