I intended to blog today from the Chemo Room at the Abbotsford Regional Hospital and Cancer Centre. I’m not. I’m writing from the comfort of my couch because I flunked my blood test. I’ve never failed a test before. They should really give a guy a study guide, or at least the syllabus, so he can prepare a little.
Apparently one of the numbers describing my white blood cell count is off by point one percent. I need a minimum 1.2 to safely process the poisons they pump thorough my veins. My test showed a 1.1. Given the marginal insufficiency, the nurse seemed to think my oncologist would say go ahead with the treatment. My oncologist was not working today. The one on call at the hospital wasn’t taking any chances whatsoever with someone else’s patient so I am at home and poisonless.
I can’t say I am terribly disappointed. To be honest, I was ready for a break. Besides, my liver surgeon is looking for an operating room for me in early July and I need to be off chemo for at least a month prior to surgery. It was meant to be.