Know there's a brotherhood of people who "get it" and care about you.
I was first diagnosed with MDS about 4 years ago and went through a donor stem cell transplant. It was a rough year-and-a-half living in a virtual bubble, with constant blood transfusions, profound weakness, hair loss, temporary vocal cord paralysis, a very scary and unexplained anaphylactic reaction. I owe my life to dozens of people who donated their blood to me from all over the country and to one very special unknown person whose stem cells I now carry around with me. Thanks to their unselfish generosity, I'm back to work and living my life again. There is hope on the other side! Know there is a brotherhood of people who "get it", and care about you. And we all send you our love!
