Some of you will know already know that I did not have a treatment yesterday. My white blood cell count was way too low for them to feel comfortable giving me another one. They originally wanted me to come in on Friday and see if the levels were high enough to do it, but they said that once I was doing them on Friday's I would not be able to do them on Mondays again. Then, misunderstanding my reason for being upset suggested I come in next Monday then. Well, see that's not going to work because everything I have planned for the summer falls on the off weeks of the schedule I have right now. If you make me move Mondays (or to Friday's) it will screw with EVERYTHING and I will not be able to do about 90% of what was already planned before I started this stupid thing. (can you tell I was a little upset? At this point I had been crying for about 5 minutes and I couldn't even fully explain why I was getting so upset at the nice lady.) I finally asked if my doctor was in today, and she said yes. I took a deep breath and asked if she could ask him if he would allow me to just skip this treatment and let me come back in two weeks so's to not force a nervous breakdown. She obliged and came back with good news. He said that against his better judgement he was going to let me have my way. THANK YOU!!!
But, even after getting my way, I continued to cry for like a half hour. While they unhooked my port, while we drove home, while I laid on the couch watching TV. Nik was amazing. He let me cry, he got me water, he didn't complain when I wanted to watch stupid shows. And I rewarded him by falling asleep so he could play video games. I am ok now! I promise!
**A great big thank you to the wonderful ladies in my relief society that came and cleaned my house today! Including cleaning my carpet! I have not seen it yet, but Nik can't stop talking about it. My house was a gross disaster area, so I know it must have been a struggle, but I appreciate it more than you realize. You are all awesome!