Today I felt better. No fever. No bone pain. No headache. No nausea. Almost no snotty nose. No cough.
Gabriel took my hand and we went for a walk to the center of Coyoacan. It is only three blocks. But I hadn't been for a stroll in weeks. Even the sun was shining.
It's possible that the ray of light came from yet another round of antibiotics. Manu took me to the hospital yesterday, to see an infectologist. His diagnosis was that the Neulasta shot gave me all my symptoms, and that now I was feeling sick and exhausted because my immune system is in overdrive. If I had less than a quarter of the minimum white blood cell count before Neulasta, I have ten times the top of the normal range now. Obviously, my poor little body is going insane.
Oh, and then, I was so weak and dizzy yesterday that I tripped upon nothing right in front of the hospital. I am not allowed to carry anything with my left hand, because when you have lymph nodes removed, your arm can no longer drain liquids, proteins and other substances as easily. Consequently, I was carrying my bag and my coat with the right hand. And I crashed into the concrete floor, using my left hand as a buffer. I rubbed off a chunk of skin, which actually seems to be more painful than a deep wound. Even worse, such a stupid injury ranks highest on the list of causes to develop lymphedema.
But today, I tried to ignore that. I do not want to think about yet another possibility of pain and discomfort. I will not get lymphedema.
And tomorrow will also be a good day. My chemo has been postponed until friday next week. AND, tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. Six years... If I feel like today, we might be able to go out for lunch. I am so looking forward to it.
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