Stuck in Neutral

My white count showed a little activity and ticked up a notch today, but lacks the spunk needed to get me out of here by tomorrow. Plus, my hemoglobin and platelets dropped again (all normal), so I’ll need more blood and platelets today.

I am really getting my money’s worth from this final round.

Did anybody watch Alberto Gonzalez testify before Congress this morning? What a weasel. Guess it’s time for the President to give him the Presidential Medal of Freedom or something like that.

And check out this nonsense out of Bush’s Justice Department…

Just My Luck

I am at the tail end of my B cycle neutropenia, but in my post-chemo world that doesn’t matter much because methotrexate and cytaribine are still doing a number on my marrow, my counts are still in the crapper, and I popped a fever this afternoon while getting another bag o’platelets and 2 units of blood. BUMMER.

So I am officially locked away until my white count recovers into non-neutropenic territory, a feat that should be on Thursday or Friday once the Neulasta (the drug that builds back up your white count) kicks on.

As a going away present for my patience and success in chemotherapy, the hospital gave me one of the two fancy rooms on Rhoads 6–marble bathroom, wood molding and all. These rooms were built for patients enduring extra-long hospital stays for transplants, but one of them was empty tonight and I was lucky enough to get it. So this is it. The final stretch. Almost there.


Just 48-72 more hours and I’ll be over my final neutropenic hurdle. Unfortunately, I am feeling like crap now, and heading over to the clinic for counts and maybe some blood. My temperature has been hovering close to the red zone, so I am a little nervous that they’ll lock me up for the next few days. That would suck. Wish me luck.

Tank Empty Again

Well, I made it through the weekend without popping a neutropenic fever. But the tank is empty again, and I am on my way into clinic for blood counts, and, I assume, a few more units of blood and some platelets.

Last night I watched the Yankees and Mariano Rivera blow a 4-2 lead in the 9th to the A’s. A walk-off home run clinched it for the Athletics. As soon as I saw that ball flying over the fence, I instinctively reached for the phone to call my dad, something we’d both do during high and lowlights of Yankee games.

Neutropenic Rage

My final neutropenic crash came yesterday, and it is a whopper (minus a fever, thankfully). My counts were OK on Wednesday, but by yesterday they were almost at bottom, with white cells, platelets, and hemoglobin heading due south. To get me through the weekend without stroking out or bleeding to death I received 2 units of blood and a bag of platelets late yesterday in clinic and felt better almost immediately (a feeling, which is, of course, relative to my general crappy condition).

I’ll go back in for a blood count check Monday morning to see where things are at, and see if I need more blood to get me through this final neutropenia. My immune system probably won’t kick back on until at least next Wednesday, so I am laying low at home until then, forced to subdue my outrage at the crazy week that was in the world lest I upset myself to the point where I pop a neutropenic fever and end up septic.

I was never a big fan of the K Car, but former Chrysler Chairman Lee Iacocca really hits it as far as why things are so messed up in this excerpt from his new book:

Jacqui’s Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

Jacqui, the superwoman who has taken care of me nonstop these last 7 months, traveled to Boston yesterday for her Uncle’s funeral, officially becoming the Mother Teresa of the Jewish people. She left the house at 7am, breast pump in hand (so her boobs didn’t explode), flew into Logan, went to the funeral and shiva, and was forced to take a 5 1/2 hour Amtrak ride back because her return flight was canceled due to snow. It was her first day away from Sophia, and she ran into the house at 9:30, grabbed our little girl, nursed her into sweet oblivion, and put her down to sleep.

Sophia and I were so happy to have Jacqui back at home, and we thought about her all day, but we were glad that she could be with her family during this difficult time.