Last Friday when I went in for chemo, they did blood work first, as usual. No wonder I had been so tired all week - more so than usual. My white blood cell count was really low. They gave me my Herceptin but held back on the Taxol, which is the big gun, so I could get my white count back up. This is not unusual and will not set me back, but it scared me. With such a low white count the body cannot fight infection, so you're a real target to catch anything. So, I have been very careful to avoid anyone sneezing, coughing, etc.
Last weekend was great, seeing my old pals in Spokane/Coeur d'Alene, but far too quick. I was thrilled with the Empire Classic and how fabulous my friend Sherry looked. It had been years since I went to a bodybuilding competition, and it brought back a lot of memories. And, I got my baby fix, holding and talking to sweet little Quinn, my dear friend Erica's gorgeous little girl.
I have visited with the physical therapist, and instead of doing 30 minutes every other day on my elliptical, she wants me to do 15 minutes every day, so I've been doing that. Sometimes I do 20 minutes because it's easy for me, but they don't want me to get too worn out. We also added some resistance training this week - weenie weights, but it feels good. Baby steps are necessary so I don't get too tired, but exercise is proven to minimize the fatigue from chemo.
Lastly, yesterday and today I'm noticing hair starting to fall out. I was really upset yesterday morning especially. I know it's inevitable, but it is still shocking. It's not coming out in big gobs, but more than usual. I don't know what to do. I'm supposed to get a haircut Saturday, but if it's going to fall out maybe I should just have Mallory buzz it, and I'll go to the wig. I see my doctor and have chemo tomorrow so I'll ask him what he thinks, and I will have Mallory sort of examine my scalp and see what she thinks. It's very emotionally taxing.
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