It was touch and go whether or not I'd be able to do it because the week prior to my chemo appt., my white count dipped to .8 on a scale whose lowest number should be 1.5, so my doc thought I'd have to wait another week. That would have been out of whack since my sister, Carma, was set to arrive from Maryland to take care of me and the boys during spring break/chemo #4. Fortunately, I see a wonderful acupuncturist, Colleen Smith at Point of Origin, and when I returned to Cancer Care NW last Wednesday, my white count was 3.3.
The worst part was trying to get an IV started--my veins are fried from the past rounds. But, after 3 nurses and 7 now-bruised entry sites on my arms, one got started in my hand. And let me tell you an IV in your hand is most unpleasant. Carma came and sat with me the entire time without fainting or throwing up. That was a considerable sacrifice on her part and I am very blessed to have her in my life. She left this moring to get back to her family in Maryland in time for Easter.
Now I just have to wait through the weeks of damage, pray that I retain my eyebrows/eyelashes, and then I can begin to regrow all the hair I've lost. And start dancing, doing yoga & Pilates again. And start having an occasional glass of wine again.
Life is sweet. And spring seems to finally be here.
