....and the frustration continues...The blood draw I had on Monday sent my schedule into a tailspin. Instead of climbing back up like they were supposed to after skipping a week, my platelets fell even further. The oncologist didn't like the sound of that so he's inserting weeks of rest into my schedule drawing this party out till the END of March. Terrific. But as he points out, it's better to do that than to end up in the hospital with them dangerously low. Next week is my first "rest" week. (no chemo) Hopefully my body will start cooperating and the platelet level will skyrocket. Maybe I'll even get some tastebuds back who knows. Just in time for the next round. I just want to be FINISHED. This week my fingernails appear to be bruised and feel like I got them slammed in a car door. When I asked about it yesterday the nurse told me they're not bruised, they're dying and I will likely lose them. Huh. Could've forewarned me of that little tidbit. I guess there's no part of me this isn't going to ruin.
Bright spot: Had a great chemo day and lunch with Dena :-)
Hang in there, Love. We'll get through this. Here we are a week after you posted this,so another week down. And for the record, they can't ruin your spirit and that's what's gonna knock this thing on its a**! I love you.....
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