Mo is here taking down the posters and packing stuff away. I’m going home this evening – yeah! Dr. S Stopped by and gave us the good news. Now the bad news is that I start IVAC (round 2 of chemo) on Monday.
I woke this morning with a clear head and a certainty that I was on the mend. I had not let myself dare hope that today would be the day, and indeed, in discussions with the other doctors, they seemed to think that I would not be able to go home until Monday. But Sloan and Jacobson are my cancer doctors and they get to decide. They want to push on with the chemo before the Burkitts cells get to build up again. My WBC right now, having been zero, is above the norm, and is presumably creating antibodies to fight off the nasty secondary infection. So, I should start to feel better. What I feel right now is tired. My muscles ache which is hardly surprising since I have not had much chance for exercise over the last three weeks.
[2:45]
Colm came in. He’s monitoring the infusions of the various chemicals, such as potassium, into my body to keep the blood chemistry correct. He’s also just shut off the PCA (pain control) to see how well I do without it. Here goes…
[9:30 pm Stow]
Got home about 8:45 and got sorted. Still not much of an appetite, but boy, it is good to be home, lying in bed upstairs with Diggory crashed out beside me. He has that doggie 6th sense that allows him to sense mood, and although obviously excited to see me, he has been very restrained. I looked at myself in the mirror – I look pale, but already I can feel energy from familiar and happy surroundings leak back into me. And oh, the bed is so much more comfortable.