After the neutropenic incident, I came home and committed myself to rest. Rest and fluids, of course. While resting and drinking so much water, I’ve been counting down with dread the days until the 2nd red bag, aka chemo 14/16. I’ve also been counting down with glee the days until chemo is OVER over.
Last week, I went in and had my counts checked and they had trended way up. Hooray!! Yay for blood transfusions, yay for antibiotics! Go team science! I was a person with an immune system again. Let’s do this thing. Let’s fuck this shit up, as they say.
Then today happened, the day I was supposed to get that 2nd red bag. Turns out, I’m not a person with much immune system after all. Booooooooooooooo. So I couldn’t chemo today. Which means all that dread that was finally coming to a dread head has to be dreaded for another week. And all that glee over the chemo getting closer and closer to being dunzo, noooooope, add a week. Booooo.
Cancer, my dudes, cancer sucks.
On the bright side, and it’s been my experience that there almost always is one, my best and I have a date set up to be ridiculous and hang out outside this weekend and I won’t be post chemo now so there you go, BRIGHT SIDE. And to make things even better, my target drive up purchase of 2 mini pools is ready so no heat wave can even get these old best ladies off their bullshit.
Now please everyone, send vibes to my bone marrow to make the good good.