I went for chemo this morning having finally had a decent day yesterday, so was feeling a bit sad that fatigue etc would start all over again. However when I got there ( early morning appt), they told me as my blood platelets were low, I couldnt have it. Hard to know whether to whoop with joy or look downcast. Apparently the blood platelets ( clotting cells) were about half what they should be. Now accounts for why my gums bled a couple of times last week when I brushed my teeth ( I did brush them everyday, just to make it clear, I am not such a slob!).
So now I have a week off, which after a pretty grotty week is good - walks. lunches all become a possibility now. A friend had invited me over for sunday lunch this week, but I told her the danger was I would fall asleep in my plate, like you see babies do sometimes. So now I can look forward to it instead. And the dogs can look forward to walks, and rides in the car - not yet fitted boot cover, but will do now. And no, for those who are interested I havent had it cleaned. When I said I resolved to do it regulary , I meant every month or so. I am not a clean freak!
Today I have actually eaten a reasonable lunch, and look forward to food for the next 7 days at least. And no self injecting to keep my white cells up, so thats a bonus as although it is easy to self inject, there is some inner reluctance to actually stick that needle in. I feel a wimp as my son, asa type one diabetic has to do it 4 or 5 times per day.
Strange isnt it, how the battle between wanting treatment and not wanting it ,after a rough time, pans out. Most of the time I am stoic about appts, treatment etc, but sometimes there is a weariness at the very thought of it all. Am sure you all know it well.
xx
