Well my white blood cells decided to wave the white flag

Just a quick update...

I was supposed to have chemo yesterday but unfortunately my white blood cell count was too low (so my immune system was too compromised).  This meant a delay in my next treatment and a change to my treatment schedule.  This wouldn't normally be a big deal but of course... Ian is about to start 3 weeks of holidays (sorely needed) and we wanted to spend as much of it at the cottage as possible.  Delaying chemo a week meant treatment on week 1 and 3 of his holidays plus a ridiculous Covid test on week 2.  When I groaned about this to the nurse on the phone, she worked with me for 10 mins looking at the calendar and trouble shooting with me, and told me to leave it with her... she would talk to the Dr on call (because of course these things only happen when my Oncologist is on holidays... Murphy's Law).  

She came back with a beautiful plan.  I started 5 days of injections yesterday to boost my white blood cells and will have chemo on Monday.  This will allow us to head up on Wednesday after I ditch "my bottle".  She then jigged my appointments so that I have just a phone call with my Oncologist on the 17th (which I can do from the cottage) where we can discuss appropriate timing of my next chemo (currently booked for Sept 2nd which would give us 2.5 weeks of NO APPOINTMENTS (this never happens).  She also very kindly had the Dr on call review my CT results.  The nurse told me that the CT results are "all good and no need to worry about that" which was certainly a load off.  I can get the details from my doctor on the 17th.

Running update:

No KM goals this month... but now I'm so used to running every day that I can... I feel guilty if I don't.  So yesterday... instead of chemo I ran 11km... and then had a nap : )

That's the update in nutshell... promise to get better at these...  

Shannon

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  1. Kristen WAugust 9, 2020 at 7:06 PM

    Shannon - thanks for sharing your journey. You are truly an inspiration. Praying for you friend. Kristen ❤️

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  2. ElspethAugust 12, 2020 at 2:17 PM

    For someone who didn’t like English in high school, you sure write well! And you moved me to tears once again. xoxo

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