Neutrophils still low but I’m being given injections of something called filgrastim which stimulates your bone marrow into creating more healthy white blood cells. So important for immune system and fighting infection.
I have struggled to fight the infection I came in with properly for that reason.
I have given my body a very stern talking to. It needs to get it’s shit together! When your own body revolts against you that’s just not good form ! Who does it think is in control here eh ?
I’m being pumped full of antibiotics to keep at the infection and I’m hoping the spot breakout subsides asap.
I’m in hospital tonight and might go home tomorrow but it depends on a variety of things.
Felt like a very very long night.
Sleep would help.
My own bed sounds like paradise right now.
Holding images of beautiful sandy beaches, lagoons, mangroves and waving palms of Thailand or the Caribbean in my mind. Destinations to travel to again when this is all over.
Memories of sunshine and ocean that make me smile from my toes to my nose.
I’m running through positive thoughts in my mind. Things that make me happy. Cuddles with my kids. Disney days. Movies in pj’s at home. It’s all about keeping those positive thoughts going isn’t it. Never easy when you aren’t well but so important.
The only way is up … tune … keeps playing in my head lol.
I used the Granny shower. Had to wash my hair in Hibi Scrub and hospital shower gel ha ha. Funny when you get to the point where a decent shampoo is luxury.
A reminder never take anything in life for granted.
Cancer in a red dress takes a new twist ! ha ha. I made everyone on the ward smile too when I rushed into the bathroom to change. Positives!! There are always positives.It was fabulous to see my Mum too. I have given her the most important job in all of this. I have tasked her with the job of looking after my babies while I find the strength to fight this cancer and the subsequent treatments. My mum I know is finding this really hard. I am after all her baby and no Mum want’s to see her baby ill. But I am not a baby or even a kid ad I have babies of my own. Much as my mum’s instinct is to be worried about me my own mother’s instinct takes over all others. I know I need every ounce of my strength both physically and mentally to get through this. I know I will get through. That won’t stop me worrying about how my children are. That I have my Mum around to look after them for me is a weight off my shoulders and such a relief. I know they will be fine at her house when I am not well enough to have them home and I know I can then concentrate on the battle at hand.