Monday, February 2, 2009
Life gets into a distinct pattern with chemo. Chemo patients live in cycles defined by feeling poorly right after treatment to reaching a point of "wellness" the few days right before the next treatment. Such is the case with my final chemo.
I knew, I KNEW, I was low in the white blood cell count department last week. I felt like crap the whole first week of chemo, which is normal except I had my stuffy nose, cold thing AGAIN. So my visit last Tuesday to the doc for blood counts was a complete repeat of the one 3 weeks before.
Get blood drawn...WBC counts are 1.6...Vampire: "You gotta see Dr. K"...Me "Don't want to"...Same room, same blood pressure machine, same chair, Bill in the same chair...wait 45 minutes...Dr. K comes in and says the exact same thing..."We need to put you on antibiotics"...Me: "Can I go home now?"
Hence, my groundhog day reference.
If I didn't know better, I would swear some evil soul stuffed a cold germ into my bag of chemo. Twice now. 5/6 and 6/6 = a cold that won' go away for 2 weeks.
Bill's take on all this is that my body has reached the point where chemo and me don't agree anymore. That's just fine by me. I have great anger at that evil liquid in a bag.
I don't even care what the stinking ground hog did today. I'm living it.