Human Petrie Dish

The last few days have been interesting to say the least. After her scheduled bloodwork came back on Wednesday and her white count(WBC) was at 0.2 (we were shooting for a minimum of 2 but 4-10ish is normal) one of the nurses called, asked how Trela was doing, and as if on cue, her temperature began to rise. Just like last time (when the lowest WBC reading was .6) we headed to CR for some IV antibiotics. This time, however, they decided to keep her overnight for observation, as her heart rate, and BP weren't quite right either.

One thing leads to another, and next thing you know, she's in the hospital until at least monday and the cultures they took of her blood started to look like that loaf of bread which has been sitting on the counter for a few months too long. While the don't know exactly which bug it is just yet, and the first round of drugs MAY have taken care of it, they are keeping her till Monday.

Meanwhile, she's gotten a blood transfusion, bunches of meds, and the promise that the next round of chemo will have a reduced dosage so that we don't get to do this all over agian in 3 weeks. On the bright side, we are about halfway through this first course, and the Taxol that comes next is supposed to be less severe.

So, Mom has been taking care of Kile and Cavanaugh, and I've been getting adjusted regularly from sleeping on the "cot" in Trela's Room.

Carpe Diem

Recovery From Round Two

In this instance lack of posts simply indicates lack of brain power, not any actual new illness (although I have learned to navigate my house quite well despite raging black circles that plague any sudden movements for the first few days after treatment). I'm planning on getting back to work on Thursday, quite a long break this time, but Eric took one look at me when he got home this evening and called the substitute teacher line. It annoyed me, but he's right... if I can't hold my head erect there's probably no real chance I'd be able to maintain classroom management. Hopefully Thursday.

I don't think chemo itself was rougher this time (though they did add a couple of shots at the end of the sessions to boost random cells in my body) I've decided that coming into a treatment after my previous week's malady probably caused my ultimate demise. And, of course, Trela tried to be tough girl and wean herself off of any and all but the required medication a full three days before I did the same last time. Dumb Trela. Regardless, a temporary setback, and I hope to be back to full power before too long. (At least, I hope that's what my labs indicate!)

Thanks for the cookies, dinners, gift cards and greeting cards that continue to rush in. They are most appreciated!
Carpe diem - Trela