My gamma knife procedure went smoothly. The team was on its game and I was in and out of the medical center in about six hours. I spent the rest of the afternoon and evening sleeping. The residual effects of fentanyl and ativan will do that to you.
I'm left with two small goose eggs on the back of my head and a couple scabs on either side of my forehead. And hopefully two fried up little tumors that are withering in anguished death throws as I type.
Friday was chemo. Or, more accurately, it was supposed to be chemo. Turns out I had two platelets. How I went from 119 platelets last week to two a week later is anyone's guess. I just love all the unanswerable questions of hematology and oncology. It's just one big fat guessing game. Keeps it interesting.
My guess, which we all know is based on nothing other than pure gut feeling and absolutely no medical expertise, is that the Ixempra is finally throwing its weight around. I'm hoping the new chemo is as good at decimating tumor cells as it is at platelets.
So, after an infusion of IV Ig, I was off to an infusion center where I was given platelets. I boosted nicely to 42 and am hoping that I hold onto them. In fact, I am hoping that I continue to build them. I don't know how I'd stand another go-round on steroids.