White Blood Cells Unite

Everything worked out just fine with my infusion yesterday: Tuesday. That miracle shot they gave me created white blood cells that stood up to the pretest. Hallelujah! The deed was done! For the remainder of the day, however, I fussed around with royal diarrhea - not what you want to hear but it was reality - and I was scared to death it would plague me all night.

Before crawling under my covers, I decorated the bedroom carpet with big green garbage bags - my husband just laughs - in case of an explosive emergency. But you know what? I slept the whole night with no catastrophes and woke up this morning feeling like a real human being. I had energy. I wasn't lightheaded. I could think clearly. I had white blood cells!!!!  Just think at how much better we all feel with those little buggers doing what they're supposed to do.

I've been told that one of the chemo drugs I take kills white blood cells. This is something I have to contend with across time. Darn. So I am guessing I will crash this Friday or Saturday as once again the white blood cells are depleted and I have to start over again. Wish I could eat something yummy that would create a unified white blood cell front. That apparently can't happen.

Consequently, I am treasuring this day or two while I am more normal. It's a celebration folks. It means teaching my 10-4:00 class today was like heaven. I didn't feel like I was going to collapse. We visited and I sewed Crazy Christmas trees that looked as wonky as some days I feel. Still today was a gift. And for that I am so very thankful for the people who shared it with me.

Tonight as I crawl into bed, I will be grateful as I always am, for this day, and for each breath I take because breathing is also a gift, every moment of every day...and beyond. I am so blessed for the many miracles that bless me continuously. Thank you, Lord.

Gratefully, the quilting cancer girl