See how yesterday I ended my post with ‘At last!’? At last the chemo was starting, thought I. Silly boy! There were still a good sixteen hours for plans to change. And those who believe in fate, and the possibility of tempting it, may well have cried out in horror, “But George, don’t celebrate until the chemo’s in your veins!” Unfortunately I didn’t hear you, and not being a great believer in Fate anyway I doubt I would have taken your concerns too seriously.
Yep, you’ve guessed it: the chemo has again been put off… Remember how my neutrophils needed to be over 1? And then how I reached that, only to discover my platelets needed to be over 100? Well, there was a third condition, which was a white blood cell count of at least 3, which I had actually achieved on Wednesday. Sadly it’s now Friday and it was down to 2.8.
So, no chemo until at least 2012, or Monday if I’m lucky, and I’m free for the weekend. The bonus here is that I get to enjoy having a bed in London (to which I must return at night, so that I can have my blood tested in the morning) but can do as I like with the daytime – I’ve not had much chance to enjoy the Big Smog or see friends outside a hospital environment so am looking forward to doing so. Do give me a bell if you’re free and fancy finding me.
Otherwise not much to report… Had a lovely meal with Robyn this evening, and earlier turned down the option of moving to room 12b (the second-worst room, slightly bigger and less isolated but also with less natural light), but that’s about it.