Get Low. Get Low Get Low Get Low!

Well, not so great news today.

My platelets are at 41k, the lowest they've been since my 30-day straight affair with Temodar back in Feb of 2011. Other than that, the lowest I was in 2011 was 60k.

Basically, my body isn't bouncing back as well as it used to. There are other factors, of course, but it's still not good news.

Monday I have to go in again for bloodwork and if I've dipped lower I'm going to need a transfusion. That's scary.

As soon as she said that I started to cry. Not because it's a daunting procedure but because of what it meant: a delay in my treatment and probably a lower dose next time. That is not the end of the world but it is disappointing that I might not be able to hit Earl as hard as I need/want to.

I'll let you all know how it goes on Monday. I'll be fine either way, they won't just give me a transfusion willy nilly!

Somehow, I'm still able to chase this tatted-up, high-speed, maniac crawler around the house with relative ease despite the war raging in my body... One less thing to worry about?!

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