The good news is I have completed my ninth Taxol treatment and only have three more to go! The less good news is that my white blood cell count has fallen (just slightly) under the acceptable low threshold, and so now I am technically neutropenic, and I need to be very cautious until those number come back up. It's possible that I won't be able to receive my next treatment on my regular schedule if that number stays low, and there's nothing I can do to affect it. My body just needs time to rebuild those cells. I will find out next week when they do my labs, and if necessary, they will delay treatment for a week. This is fine. It's not really that bad when it comes to news. I would LOVE to be done with everything on schedule, but I have been repeatedly reminded that you can't assume anything when it comes to cancer or chemo or treatment or scheduling, because things change depending on your body.
Anyway I will be masking even more aggressively for the next week, and continuing to mostly stay home (normal for me, not a huge change!), and health care professionals will wear masks around me (FOR ONCE) since my immune system isn't really functioning at the moment. I will also not be biking, since I can't risk a fall. It's too bad, since we've finally got some beautiful crisp weather (so perfect).
In completely unrelated news, I got a fourth cat a couple of weeks ago. Her name is Myrtle, she's 14, she's a tiny Siamese mix, she's got one galaxy eye (an eye with a cataract that covers the whole lens so it looks white) and a funny little ear (they don't know what happened to her but suspect since these are on the same side of her head they are related somehow) and she's very, very good. She has already made friends with the two cats who are open to friendship, and the oldest cat (he is 20 and no longer wants to make friends with anybody but human people) has decided to move to the basement permanently. It's a lovely finished basement with a window in the office where the sunlight pours in and many comfortable spots. I'm writing this from my basement office, actually, and everyone is much happier. He's getting to do whatever he wants and the other cats don't have to worry that he's going to try to swipe at them. As much as I had hoped for a household where everybody gets along in the same space, I have to admit that this seems better for everyone.
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