Yesterday should have been my second last chemo treatment and not that I really look forward to treatments I was definitely looking forward to being almost done. After my blood work on Tuesday, though, I was told my baby white blood cell count was too low to go ahead with treatment. Sigh!
A month ago I didn’t even know that blood cells had babies and now my progress is depending on them. It is frustrating because I can’t do anything to nurture the little darlings to encourage them to grow faster. I was aware that people often have delayed treatments so I guess this is in the category of getting the full experience.
On the up side, I can’t feel their absence and so far I have avoided any infections throughout the process. I get a week extra of feeling pretty good before repeating the poisoning thing. And so it goes.