Went for chemo yesterday. Lots of nurses were on vacation so there were a lot of new faces filling in. Also it was super busy and I was put in a private room for chemo. When my blood work came back and my nurse came in he kneeled down beside me (not a good sign) and told me that my counts were all really low and that I needed a blood transfusion. Like how was I even able to stand up. I don’t know. So I got 1 bag. They wouldn’t give me the strong chemo because I wouldn’t be able to handle it. I need to get my body built back up. So I am scheduled for a blood transfusion on Thursday. Also because my vision has been so blurry I am scheduled for an MRI on Monday. Why don’t I have a good feeling about all of this.
On a lighter note. My son called me and told me he had a delivery to make and would I like to go with him. I got to do something I have never done before. Ride in a 53′ tractor trailer. Getting in and out wasn’t easy and the seat was uncomfortable but it was just a short distance that we went and so I toughed it out. Check that one off my bucket list.