In the first month-and-a-half after my stem cell transplant, I was in my own little world. I was Bubble Girl. 

I was stuck in the hospital most of the time, with my visitors having to wear masks and gloves and cover gowns, but that's not exactly what I mean. 

In the weeks leading up to my stem cell transplant, I kept asking my doctor if I'd be treated like a 'bubble girl' during my hospital stay. Little did...