I'm back to living in my gilded cage, hiding behind a surgical mask and washing my hands every few minutes. Hooray! My temperature is normal for me and even though I hate taking my temperature every few hours--it smacks of cancer treatment--I do it because I love Chris and hate for him to fret. Dr. Kebriaei called this morning and she's siding with my local oncologist as far as my counts go. It's just going to be a wait and see campaign. Fine by me, but I don't know if Chris will be able to survive the suspense. I have appointments at MDA next week, so the wait won't be all that long.
On a lighter note, I spotted Minnie the hit-and-run puppie out with her owner the other day. She's still wearing her sassy pink cast and I'm supremely happy to report that she's gained weight and can now be comfortably called a "chubby puppy".