My friend Joy has said, "Hope is a powerful thing." I've held that observation closely since I first heard her express it, and absorbed it into my being in the days and years since. Those five words can instill calm and optimism in me whenever I think of them.
Monday morning's platelet count was 17. I felt Cautious Optimism perk its little head up when I got those results back at the oncologist's office. Dear God, am I actually on the right track now? After IV Ig treatment, I was off to the blood center for another platelet infusion. I bumped to 62. I am hoping that tomorrow, taking into account the time the correct dosage of prednisone has had to work and the added support of IV Ig, I am around 40. Following on this upward track, by Friday I am hoping to have a conversation with my oncologist about a plan for me to go to the UK for the ride.
As if I weren't all nutted out about this already, I received an e-mail from the team at Amazon Heart that outlined the bike allocations. I am slated to ride this.
Hope is a powerful thing.