My dear, dedicated and highly professional healthcare team were taking bets on what my CBC was going to come back with when I showed up in the office for the first time in over two weeks last Wednesday. Not sure how I feel about the fact that THE Nurse was pegging me at 18. Others were more optimistic. The winning healthcare professional (Price is Right rules apply) came in at 50. Her prize: getting to administer my IV Ig and monitor me for the morning. That will learn her.
Friday morning found me back at the oncologist's office, this time with 70 platelets! That's treatable range folks. So a plan has been devised:
- IV Ig last Friday and orders to stay on 60 mgs of predinsone through the weekend.
- Tomorrow should be my final treatment of IV Ig and I will hopefully begin weaning off of the prednisone.
- Wednesday (oh, please; oh, please; oh, please) I will be back on my regular chemotherapy treatment for the first time since June.
However, be assured that despite the slowly enveloping calm, I've got a full frontal view of my next anxiety attack: scans that should have occurred in August will be scheduled shortly.
The adventure never ends.