Thanksgiving Day. Snow falling early this morning. Around 11 AM, the fatigue suddenly landed on my head like a sledgehammer. Some combination of the disease and the chemo. Right now the 2-CDA is murdering every white blood cell it can find, red cells and platelets too. My hemoglobin's probably dropped again. Climbing just one flight of stairs knocks me out now.
Took a long nap and recovered some energy. Mid-afternoon I walked — slowly — for 45 minutes, the first time I've spent outdoors since Sunday. (Monday was chemo hookup, all day. Tuesday and Wednesday it rained.) It felt great to be outside, in the sweet calm of a major holiday. But I was teetering a bit by the time I got home.
I'm still quarantined upstairs. Luka's getting over his cold, but still coughing and sneezing occasionally. So I've got to stay out of his way at least one more day. I'm missing him desperately, but the timing may work out well.
The nadir of my white cell counts should come 5-10 days after chemo started, i.e. between this Saturday and next Thursday. Usually after Luka's been sick, he won't catch something else for at least 10 days. So if he recovers by Saturday, I should be able to play with him safely through the riskiest period of this treatment.
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