I completed the scheduled chemotherapy treatments last Friday – celebration and cheers! The weekend was surprisingly mild and I began to question what chemo I was given since the last round of this stuff left me struggling.
It was just a good weekend – great gift – but as of Monday the hot grip of the drugs is pulling on my collar to get my attention. My blood counts were very low on Monday and the doctor ordered one unit of the liquid gold cells – platelets, one adult size bag, please - to boost my counts.
Today is Tuesday – the numbers continue to fall, so I am back for another two units – adult size. The doctor calls this the nadir – the lowest point for my bone marrow and its struggle to produce the blood cells I need.
Each day this week I will be going to the doctor’s office for the count. I am feeling fine. I’m tired and my gut is beginning to remind me that chemo drugs are crude companions with a punch.
For now, I just need to avoid people, the germs they bring with them, and embrace the expectation of each day guided by the numbers in my “counts”.
Grace and peace,
Tim.
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hang in there, friend. You're doing really, really well. Prayers and remote hugs.
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