Thursday is bloodwork day (yesterday). My blood number pattern throughout my chemo has been really good, I actually start to recoup the week following chemo, rather than week 2. My numbers last week were a little lower than my pattern, but we fully expected them to be back up yesterday. But nothing is ever easy. LOL The chemo is finally catching up with me. I've been complaining about fatigue. Alot. To the point that I just felt I was being a puss. It frustrates me to no end to feel like this but it was just not getting better. I literally cannot move from room to room without losing my breath and sometimes even feeling like I was going to faint. For the second week in a row, Jack has had to wheel me into the office for my blood draw.
Yesterday my numbers were very low. The only good thing about this is that now I don't feel like it was just me or just in my head. They were low enough that I am going in this morning for a blood transfusion, 2 units. Thankfully this is not uncommon. (No one likes to hear how uncommon a situation is, now THATS scary, especially if its uncommonly bad) Chemo just takes such a toll on your body, sometimes your body can't keep up. Its working so hard to rebuild between treatments, which results in the fatigue.
I've never had a blood transfusion, I'm not scared, but I am fretting just a bit. The nurse did say that I will actually start to feel better almost immediately, like when the transfusion is complete and I'm ready to go home! I am looking forward to that.
Next Friday is my last treatment. Then I can really get to the task of recuperating, gaining my strength and stamina...but unfortunately that is a slow process. It can take 6 months to a year to get to where you were before chemo...maybe. One of the many things I have tried to learn throughout this is patience, baby steps...I'm not good at it though. Oh well...I can focus on the fact that I'm beating this. That is such good news it will carry me through the remaining challenges.