For Crying Out Loud

I have decided that since I am to have 12 Gemzar treatments and there are twelve months in a year, that I will name each treatment after the numericaly corresponding month, making today March. And the weather is like March . . . coldish (50), overcast and sort of drizzly. But what this means is 3 down, 9 to go. I refused the injected anti-nausea med and escaped the headache. It wasn't what we thought it was, but I refused it anyway. And still, I had no nausea. I was kind of worried, but I just got home about an hour ago and I feel pretty good. I didn't need to go crash like I did the first time. Only time will tell as it takes a while to settle in.

Well, I found out more about my white cell count. They gave us a number last week that was the "A and D" (or 'a.n.d'?) that was a percentage of my white cells. We had nothing to compare that to and so it was meaningless. Well, it turns out my white cell count was .5. This compared to 2.9 before surgery, and 4 - 11 range as normal. As the nurse said, it put me at significant risk. But the good news is that it is back up to 1.75, so I can venture back out into the world again. Oh, and I'm back up to 145 pounds, which is where I would like to stay. Daddy and I have been experimenting with beef to raise my iron levels, but neither of us like it anymore so we have agreed to twice a month.

On other fronts, I planted the amaryllis finally. And I finished both Gramma's scarf (mohair lace, started the evening of Dec 23 -- yet finished in time for Christmas!) and Cindy's monster socks. Look here for a photo of those. Okay, so don't. I don't want to take the time to figure out how to compress the photo in iphoto. I can to it in Photoshop, but need to learn how to do it all over again. later. I have the picture.

Anyway, the point is I feel pretty good and am one month closer to 'graduation.' Yea!!