At first I didn't even notice it was happening; once I returned home from the hospital I slowly continued to lose my appetite. Within a few weeks I was hardly eating at all and I had lost more than 20 pounds. My amazing wife was more than a good care taker, she went above and beyond just to get me to snack. I was pretty much bed ridden due to weakness, and at the time I didn't realize how scary that was for her.
The good news is that my brother Tyrel got married. Weak and sick, I still couldn't miss that. The Doctors were ready to admit me to the hospital on Monday, but I begged them to let me go to my brother's nuptials the next day. They obliged, but not without giving me a high dose shot of steroids - which over the past week has been the solution to my appetite loss.
It is good news that the steroids are helping, but we are actually going to work to taper me off of them as soon as possible because they can cause a whole number of undesirable side effects; bone degeneration, muscle degeneration, chubby cheeks and tummy. We are taking all necessary precautions to prevent what we can.
Needless to say it is a bitter sweet victory for my bowels. I am happy to announce that I am starting to gain back some of the weight I lost.
It is good to be home, Kezman is a joy! He makes me laugh till I cry. Thanks to everyone for your love and support. I am still having good days and bad days but I am gaining my strength (and my hair) back.
In fact my hair is doing some funny things. Up top it's growing in quite dark, but it is soft like a baby chick. Last week I shaved a black mustache and this week it grew in blond... I'm afraid to shave it now because it might come in gray or something and I'm not ready for that!