I had the monthly visit with my local oncologist and all is well. For those of you interested in the counts, here they are:
WBC: 6.9 k/ul
RBC: 3.5 M/UL
PLT: 333 k/ul
ANC: 4.8 k/ul
ALK PHOS: 228 IU/L
ALT/SGPT: 55 IU/L
As you can see, I'm still a little low for red blood cells and the two numbers associated with my liver function are still elevated. They are down from my last visit, though, so I take this as a positive sign.
Dr. B. told me that I looked the best that he's ever seen me since I've become his patient. Kudos. I'm just happy to be here.
The scariest part of today's visit was the waiting room. It seemed that every other person either had the sniffles or a cough. Seeing as there were very obviously a few individuals undergoing chemo, I was surprised to be the only one wearing a mask. I often wonder if these patients are being non-compliant, or simply don't realize the seriousness of their situation. Of course I've been tempted not to wear a mask, but when I weigh the potential consequences versus my own comfort, compliance always wins out. I just don't love enforced confinement in a hospital room.
I've already scheduled my next visit for November, so I can check that off of my list.
As for running this week, it's not going to happen and it's all my own fault. I banged the top of my foot on the door well of Chris's car on Sunday and much like a paper cut, the residual pain seems out of proportion to the injury. It was my own fault for not picking my foot up high enough and I do feel ridiculous for having let it happen. There's a bruise on top of my foot and it's very uncomfortable to wear a lace up shoe. I tried and managed to walk on Monday, but in doing so, I seem to have irritated the injury site in the process. I'll get back into the swing of things next week.
I plan on renewing my license tomorrow, so stay tuned for further hi-jinks. I promise to post the picture so you can see exactly what is happening with my hair. Can't wait to enjoy four years of looking a little off on my ID.