Some time ago, Patty and I posted our "predictions" about when she would receive her transplant. I revisited that blog entry this morning, and discovered that I had chosen this coming Saturday, October 7 as the big day, while Patty predicted Halloween. We have not yet heard back from the hospital about PRA results, so we really have no good idea as to how plausible our predictions are. If the Cytoxan, IVIG and plasmapheresis have done their job, Patty's PRA could be low enough that a crossmatch could soon fall in her favor. If they haven't, we have to preserve the hope that subsequent rounds will do the trick -- and that her heart will keep fighting in the interim.
Patty underwent more plasmapheresis yesterday, which went just fine. She has been having some unsettling heart rhythms lately; when I felt her pulse at one point yesterday, it seemed like every twelfth heart beat was jammed up against the next. She has also been experiencing fairly powerful headaches, in spite of her pain medication, and sudden fatigue. I'm feeling frightened, frustrated and helpless, and I'm angry at myself for indulging some self-pity of late, so I'm going to sign off for now and write again later -- hopefully with some good news, some nice photos and a sunnier disposition. Thank you to everyone who is fighting at Patty's side through this. It means so much to her and to our family.