Here is a disappointment. This week’s blood results are back and my platelet count is low. Platelets, (according to my google search and merek.com) help with blood clotting – so now I need to be very careful of getting cuts, bruises, etc.
Why else does this suck? Because it means postponement of chemotherapy, which also means my Christmas plans have now been spoiled. So, I’m sighing to my computer screen because I really did want to go home.
I will go home. Sooner or later, I will go home – and one these years, this one or the next, or the next, my family and I will celebrate Christmas together. Maybe something can be worked out . . . maybe I’ll just have to buy a proper ticket . . . maybe it would be less pressure to forget travelling to Canada and just celebrate with Zsolt.
I’ll tell you what though, if I do have to stay in England, we are going to buy a proper tree. Not that I don’t love my Woolworth £2 mini wire tree, but a proper tree would be nice – wrapped with lights and meaningful Christmas ornaments. Zsolt and I collect Christmas ornaments from wherever we travel. We have a woolly sheep from Iceland, a flamingo from Niagara on the Lake, eggs from Hungary, bears from Canada, and glass pickles from Brussels. There may be more, but right now I can’t remember and the Christmas stuff is tucked away. Hmm, however . . . the apartment is quite tiny. Okay, if we do have to stay in England, then I am going to buy a proper wreath (and maybe forget the tree), and we’ll make a mountain of cookies, and Bing Crosby will croon White Christmas in the background 24/7 as we roast chestnuts on our open stove top. I really do love all that.
Anyhow, on the positive side my arm has been aching and a break from injections is very welcomed. Plus, for a change, I get to feel healthy a bit longer. Two weekends in a row where I don’t want to hibernate – that’s not bad.
I’ll take this as a holiday, and hope the rest works out. It’s a disappointment – but, well, these things happen. Cry a little and get on with not being sick. I won’t be sick for another week. At least I have that.
PS. I am thinking of having a picc line installed into my left arm. That is a line they feed into the vein and it goes right along to your artery. They do this to stop the complications of missed veins and pain in the arm. It would mean having a plastic tube sticking out of me, but also I think the stress may be less. My arm has been rather sore lately – it’s making me dread treatment. A lady my mother knows had this line put in and says she would never go back to ‘in the vein’ injections. Something to think about . . .