Today was Zoe’s 100 day post-transplant “work-up”, which means we shuffled through a long day at the Duke Children’s Hospital clinic subjecting Zoe to the same battery of tests that she received before her transplant. She had an echo-cardiogram, the “scream” test for pulmonary function, full blood draws and x-rays. We did not have to have another CT scan, nor did we have to do the nuclear kidney/liver function test. Zoe’s Creatinine and Bilirubin (markers of kidney and liver function) give us no reason to believe she isn’t recovering or fully recovered from her cyclosporine treatments.
The good news is that everything came back just fine so far. Zoe is a fine screamer, her pulmonary test came back better than it did pre-transplant, her xrays looked fine, and her blood counts were almost all in the normal range. The great news is that she did not need “G”, her WBC count is up to 5.6 on it’s own. She’s gone 2 weeks now without a boost, and the counts went up not down. We’re optimistic this means she’ll never need it again.
The visit felt very much like a cap to our experience at Duke. Most of the same tests, only this time with an eye toward making sure everything is fine so we can go home, rather than being fine so that she can be admitted and subjected to chemotherapy. The feeling was entirely different.
Zoe still has a bit of thrush, but given her newfound love of spitting out her medications, we decided to pursue the nuclear option to clearing it up. They gave her a purple dye-like medication that coats the inside of her mouth and throat and suppresses the thrush. The upside to this is it only takes 3 applications over 3 days, the downside is that it is really strong dye.
It’s permanent on pretty much everything except skin I’m told, so Zoe has to wear a little bib for the next few days, and everything she puts near her mouth will end up purple. As we were finishing up the application of it, the nurse lifted Zoe up to a sitting position a little too quickly and she spit up a bit. In a heroic attempt to save her clothes from the purple menace, I caught the spitup in my hand, and was rewarded with a purple hand for my troubles. The dress still didn’t make it. After that, we put on her bib and I gave up any hopes of joining the secret service.
There was a bluegrass band playing in the lobby for the duration of our visit, giving an interesting soundtrack to our Family Circle trek all over the hospital for our tests. There were definitely more smiles than usual everywhere we went, as a result. All in all, a great day.