Sunday 18th December.
Today has been a day of passing time until tomorrow, much like yesterday. I will have the blood test tomorrow morning and then have to wait until possibly the evening to find out the result. It all seems so cruel the waiting. It's exhausting. But what will be will be and there's nothing I can do about my white cell count. If I hear nothing by the evening then all is good, so I will not be wanting any phone calls tomorrow from late afternoon onwards...more stress.
I have nothing much to add to my blog tonight except that I can't believe that my daughter is 29 tomorrow, I should have been with her, her present and card are sitting on my table, so much for the plans we made, the ones that were a poor second choice to the original plans, and even they came to nothing. I have learned the hard way not to plan anything now. Not for the for the duration of this treatment anyway.
Stop this ride...I want to get off!!!
