I was happy that my seat next to the window was open and we sat down. My nurse came and gave me my hydration. For a minute, she couldn't get the machine to work and I thought briefly to myself, can't I get that nurse over there in the sassy blonde bob and fashionable purple and black scrubs? But then when my nurse got the machine working, I felt bad for being slightly superficial.
Scott and I sat for a while, with him drawing in his sketch book and me playing around on the computer. I had just put on some headphones to listen to a mix Scott made called Julieemo; or chemo beats I like to call it. Here comes my nurse to tell me "Your white blood counts are low. The doc wants to see you. No chemo today." And off we go to see Dr. B.
Seems the chemo is making my white blood count and my platelets too low, so we have to hold off on chemo for another week. I'm supposed to have a full 8 hour day of chemo every three weeks. Also, I was supposed to start radiAtion this thursday and now we have to postpone that too. So son of a crap. Stupid white blood cells. Stupid platelets. No, I take that back. I love my white blood cells. I love my platelets. Stupid cancer.
So Dr. B said to not worry too much, because it takes a while to see how one's body metabolizes the chemo drugs and most likely, the Taxol is still in my system and therefore, still shrinking the tumor. I still felt a little frustrated because I know that some people have to stop treatment, or get less of the prescribed doses because of these types of side effects.
When I got home, I looked in my book called, Natural Strategies for Cancer Patients, by Russell L. Blaylock, MD. (If I could figure out how to underline that title I would, by the way). In it I found some suggestions for what supplements to take when blood counts are low. They include curcumin, folate, sublingual methylcobalamin (what the? - oh it's vit b12) , vitamin b6, vitamin C (buffered as magnesium abscorbate), vitamin E succinate, and niacinamide. If you are curious about the doses, I would suggest picking up this very helpful book, because I ain't no doctor and can't prescribe this kind of stuff. But I did go pick it all up (with one of my gift cards to the local grocery and vitamin shop - thank you people; vitamins are spensive). I will have more blood drawn next week to see if I can continue treatment at that time so stay tuned to see how the vitaminiminimins work.
So I did all of that then came home and Scott made me a burrito with beans and brown rice and swiss chard. Scott is my husband, my man, and I mention him every so often. Let me just say that he is a constant support and if were a metal crafter, I would craft him a shiny medal. When we gave our vows and talked about in sickness and in health, neither of us had even thought about chemo or blood counts or hair loss or surgery to remove your uterus or nurses with wallpaper scrubs. Now it is something we think about every day. He doesn't complain. He makes me food, brings me movies, makes me mixes, takes Luka skiing, rubs my back where it has been hurting, and works xtra hours at the shop. When it gets to be too much, he goes for a long walk or plays his drums. Today he played his drums and now he's going for a long walk.
Scott probably won't like me writing about him, so I'll stop, but I did want to mention his AC/DC shirt. For some reason, he has worn this shirt on some monumental occasions. Like when Luka was born. And when he proposed to me. It's not as though he woke up and thought about it and said "today I'm going to wear this shirt because today is special." It's more like us going back through pictures and saying "oh look this is the day Luka was born - look you have on your AC/DC shirt," and "oh look this picture was taken right after we got engaged, "look - there's that shirt again." So when we looked at some photos after I shaved off my hair, it was funny to notice Scott's shirt.
Blood counts schmud counts. I'm going to go finish my burrito and listen to Back in Black.