Waiting for the 7:18 – Bloc Party
As I hoped yesterday, my neutrophil count is increasing more quickly – it has doubled in the last 24 hours. If they continue to multiply (and they very well might) then I’ll reach the magic threshold of 1.0 this weekend, at which point I could go home. I might even hit 0.5 as early as Friday, at which point I’d be allowed out of my room – I’ve been out just once (to go for an x-ray) in the last 8 days. For now, though, I continue to have very little immunity, and no freedom.
The fact that I can produce blood cells means that my clever little stem cells have successfully crossed from my blood back in to my bones, where they are recolonising as new bone marrow and starting work. (All their predecessors, along with my myeloma, having been bleached by the chemo.) It’s not bad really, 2 weeks for a body to begin to regenerate some of its deepest functions. We’re pretty amazing, you and me.
Other good things are happening. We’ve stopped worrying about my fluid intake/output – so I can use the toilet like a normal person. And my appetite is returning, though I look forward to them stopping my antibiotics, which continue to ruin my sense of taste. (They had promised we might stop today, but my temperature went up to a dizzying 37.8C last night, which is apparently enough to condemn me to another day or two of metal-mouth.) I’m even regaining body odour – which you might not think you’d miss, but I can report from experience, it’s unsettling to be without it.