Day 17

Strangely, I still have my hair. By all means I shouldn’t, or at least one would think not. I guess that “day” doesn’t fall on the same day post-chemo for everyone. Perhaps it’s because what I do have on my head isn’t heavy enough (ie. long enough) to fall out. Heck, maybe I just ain’t going to completely lose it. Whatever. I am still getting chemo, and I still might have to wear a hat on my head at night when the temperatures dip.

Things have been relatively quiet this past week. My body has been doing seemingly just fine. I still feel a semblance of fatigue, but nothing like a couple weeks ago. Figures—I get my next treatment Friday. Well, maybe. I found out today that my white blood cell count is low—lower then the normal range. I have antibiotics to take when this happens, but if the counts don’t go up or if I get an infection, Friday’s treatment will be out. Sometimes I am amazed at all of the things that factor into all of this. Every weird twitch, every new ache…makes me wonder “is it the chemo?” I wonder if I will think like that for the next six months.

I think this is the lull before the next storm. It is a good sign, though, that I have gotten some “good” time in between. I’ve been told that the side effects more or less repeat in the same pattern. But I was also told that my hair would fall out on day 14. It’s day 17.