Today was to be the 3rd week in my chemo cycle. I was expecting the routine “hey your platelets are low so were going low dose this week”. When I got my labs I was a little alarmed, but was still expecting to go forward as usual. My platelets were 57, the lowest ever by about 10 points, and I had overlooked my hemoglobin being low as well. The word ‘transfusion’ was mentioned earlier in this cycle, maybe two weeks ago, but it came again.
My doctor and NP were notified to see what treatment they wanted to go forward with. I’ve only had one treatment cancelled previously and that was so my ‘chemo crashes’ didn’t spoil my Thanksgiving. This one, it was cancelled so I could bounce back. It sounds like a transfusion is inevitable to get me bumped up. Frankly that freaks me out.
They asked if I was symptomatic today. Shortness of breath or dizzy in which I acknowledged. Just walking to the bus or to the library downtown has been doable, but more difficult. I did walk over to Covington twice over the weekend and to Findlay. It was so nice, but round trip that was in the 2.5 to 3 mile range. I was slower than normal, but I took my time.
I’m slowing down. And now I likely need a transfusion.
I’ve spread out my steroids in hopes of being more strong. I suppose I’ll need to find an uptick in the protein even though I feel like I’ve been winning that battle well despite probably having a little less.
Once again, I’ll be faced with a setback and adjust. Blood is just icky though.