So close but yet so far. My number rose from 2.7 to 8.6 - ugh. I am so done with this. I've been planning my future in my head. And then ... back to the drawing board ... still have to figure out how to cure cancer.
All the numbers that were supposed to be high were low. And the one number that's supposed to be low, is up. So no chemo. Like honestly, throw a girl a bone. My platelets were 39. Kristin asked me to get blood re-drawn today to see if the platelets were at least on their way up. If I got a 40, I would be able to get chemo. No go - they were down to 29 today.
Also, the hemoglobin number is a pain in the ass too. That's red blood cells. They should be 12, mine were 5.9 - really low. Today on the re-draw, they were 5.4. Now I need a blood transfusion. That's tomorrow for about 4 - 6 hours. At least I should feel and look better after that. The low red blood cells have left me very short of breath and with throbbing headaches. Plus, I'm a little pale. Nothing some blush can't cure, but it would be nice to have some natural pink in my cheeks. Right now I'm keeping Sephora in business trying to make my ghost face look halfway normal.
My friends, family and neighbors share in my disgust. I sent several people text messages about the low hCG and my frustration. These were some of the responses:
Bastard
That stinks
This is a pain in the blip
WTF!! That sucks!
Shit!
Seriously?
Shit! That's stinks
Ugh indeed!
Shitski!!
Aghhhhhhh (that's me yelling in frustration for u)
Sonovabitch!
You can tell I'm in good company. When I curse, they curse back! When I look at that list of responses it makes me smile. No matter what my numbers are - I have a lot of support!
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