Milo’s lost his first tooth! A very proud little man, who’s been walking around with a wriggling tooth for weeks now, wondering when it would ever come off, has now had it exchanged for a gold coin from the tooth fairy. Big milestone passed here.
And I’ve passed my own milestone, treatment no 4 is now working its toxic ways through my body, and the blood sample I gave the day before yesterday came back showing the highest blood count (haemoglobin), since I’ve started treatment - a staggering 112 instead of my usual 95! This meant that I didn’t need a blood transfusion, so the time in the ward was a mere two hours, the shortest so far. Though no-one seems to understand why my blood count was higher this time, everyone seems to think it’s a good thing. It’s normal to have a low blood count when going through chemo as it attacks all fast growing cells, and haemoglobin, hair, skin are all fast growing. But as I have metastases in my bone marrow my haemoglobin production is poor in itself. If I try to think positive, I think that maybe my better values come from some of the metastases being altered in their progress. Since no-one knows for sure, it seems only reasonable to think positively about it. And, very importantly, it means two more bags of blood are thankfully available to someone in more urgent need of it than me!
It’s during this cycle of treatment that we will do the CT scan and see how the progress is going, and I’m hoping this is a good sign for the news to come. I can’t say I’m not nervous about it. But the tumour in the breast is visibly smaller, and I can’t feel the lumps in my neck anymore. I don’t have such a pain in my lower back as I used to, though that is most likely because of the skeleton strengthening medicin they’re giving me. The chemo is taxing, and I often have aches in my joints, and at times parts of my body feel like someone’s been going at me with a small hammer all night… Still, this is a far cry from how awful I thought it would be! I’ve managed not to have to take any of the extra medicines they’ve prescribed for side effects, so I only take the anti-nausea meds three days after treatment. Small things to be grateful for!