Her numbers are better. White cells went from .08 to 3.3... hemoglobin from 7.0 to 8.3 after 2 units of blood Saturday... platelets from 108,000 to 119,000. This is with three antibiotics every six hours.
Blood cultures came back showing no infection, which is great news. Her low numbers were strictly because of the new chemo recipe knocking the hell out of her immune system. That makes her highly susceptible to infection.
We thought she was going to come home today but there was a glitch. Her temp jumped to 100.2 last night. Doesn't sound like much to us, but for her that shows her immune system isn't yet stable or strong enough. Her body needs to hold normal temp for at least 24 hours before they'll let her come home.
Still, it's progress. We'll take it.
UPDATE: Carol came home Wednesday. Back to normal. (normal-ish). Next chemo is Feb. 11... fingers crossed no complications.
Carol is in the hospital again. White cell count is almost zero. They're saying the new chemo is probably the cause, so they'll adjust the dosage for the next time. In the meantime, they've given her two broad- spectrum antibiotics to get a handle on the infection until the infectious disease guy gets a read on the blood cultures and decides if she needs a more specific antibiotic.
I am a slow learner.
I wanted to have complete faith in the medical people. Took me almost four years to realize that so much of what they do is a crap shoot, a flip of the coin, even a damned guessing game.
What they have to figure out now is how much to cut back on one of the chemo drugs so that it doesn't knock out her immune system again, yet still be strong enough to stop the spread of the cancer. And, they'll be adding Neulasta(?) to her regimen which is supposed to boost the immune system. They keep saying if this cocktail doesn't work, there are plenty more available to try. Try. We'll see. Try again.
She's been really tough through all this, so far. I can see the worry in her face now. Too many speed bumps lately. Too close together.
Humbly requesting more of your generous good thoughts, good prayers, whatever you can spare.
First dose of her new chemo cocktail was last Thursday. So far, no more side effects than the last. We'll have to wait, I guess, to see if this one stops the spread of the cancer. And for how long.
She's still gathering energy. Being mostly inactive for the past four months, it isn't surprising that she is nowhere near her old level of energy. I'm glad she's finally 99% out of pain. She's still on oxygen, though. That bothers me a bit.
I apologize for not writing much lately. Could be because I'm tired and I bore myself. Always thought it very rude to bore my friends.
I need to work harder at finding the spark that used to inspire ideas and even bring a chuckle now and then. Would be nice to laugh more. Gonna stop before the whining causes nausea.
Brother Tom and his family went to Orlando for Christmas and New Year's and all I got were these drool-worthy photos. They say they had a terrific time. I am such a weirdo... the huge crowds would have been more than I could stand. I long for peace and quiet and isolation. And not one trip to the beach? Really? tsk tsk.