Yesterday did not go as planned. My white blood cell count was low again. Too low to give me treatment, so chemo number 5 is postponed to next week. Starting next week I’ll also be injecting myself for four days after each chemo with a drug to boost my white blood cell count (crack for neutrophils).
Don’t think I’ve mentioned this in the blog yet, but in addition to cancer, I have Type I diabetes … which yeah, really s*!@ks, but at least I know how to give myself shots. I got diabetes at age thirteen and barely remember life before daily injections and watching out for high and low blood sugars. Thirty-one years after getting diabetes I was diagnosed with breast cancer. My doctor at the time said, “You’ll be at an advantage because of diabetes! You know how to deal with the medical system.” (This was infuriating to hear, even though she was right.) After living with diabetes I thought maybe I’d catch a break and not have to deal with another major medical condition. … As they say, no rest for the weary.
But back to the cancer. More importantly, back to hair! I found a fabulous wig yesterday. OMG it looks better than my old hair, but also looks so much like my own hair that no one noticed when I wore it last night. pics pics pics. Including a ‘before’ picture for comparison.
It is AWESOME how many wig colors and wig styles exist! Could look like almost anyone. (Hmm, why did I choose myself? Shoot. What was I thinking!)