As you may recall, Friday's platelet count was 13. Today's count: 13. I should be pleased. I really, really should. Stable is good. But, they are not going up. And I am far too low to be treated. I need to be at 70 for that. Worst of all (Worse than not getting treated? Did I just say that?) I am not getting any closer to the UK, which is where I want to be in a month and I'm getting increasingly resentful of my oncologist's ban on my motorcycle. If I didn't have bruises on my hiney from horseback riding, violating that ban would be under serious consideration right now.