Another delay

I've felt pretty crappy all week. Very, very tired. Well, no wonder. My white count plummeted again, so I couldn't start the adriamycin/cytoxan (A/C) yesterday as planned. I got a neupogen shot to bring my counts up, and will start next Friday instead. So, now I won't be done with chemo until August 19 at the soonest. This is the harder stuff, so it's every other week.
My main problem this week is my right foot, specifically my right big toe. It hurts like a mother. Last fall, the toenail was starting to ingrow, so I went to a podiatrist and he whopped a sliver of it off to relieve the pain. It seemed to be doing fine for a while, then the toenail began lifting and beginning to hurt. I was also worried about catching it on something, and it tearing off, which I knew would send me through the roof.
I told Dr. Kaplan, and he had me see a different podiatrist, who agreed it had to come off. So, Wednesday morning I went in. It's a terribly painful procedure. The worst part is the shots to numb your toe first. You don't even feel the nail removal, but once the anesthetic wore off I was in excruciating pain. It still hurts.
It's never hurt this bad before when I've had a toenail removed, but this had some sort of "thing," a bump growing up under it, not a new nail pushing it up like I thought. So, he used silver nitrate to cauterize it, which also hurt like hell. Now it's black and disgusting.
I was in tears yesterday over my blood count, my foot, my brain dead-ness, everything. Cancer is hell.
I'm taking it pretty easy today. Brad is gone to Montana for a week, leaving yesterday. But tomorrow Jilly and Viv show up! They are my wonderful girls from Bend, Oregon (well, Jill and I worked together in real estate in Alaska). I had a connection, so I got us free tickets for a Mariners game tomorrow - vs. the San Diego Padres. We beat them last night 6-0! Go Mariners! So that will be fun. I haven't been to a game since I moved here.
Jill and Viv are staying through the Fourth of July, then leaving Tuesday morning, when I go back to work.
Work is a whole other issue. I'm really getting stressed out over the whole covering Sammamish thing. I was hired to work for the Mercer Island paper, and now I'm covering local government in Sammamish, too, which is a hard beat. And they want to change the format of the paper, combining it with Issaquah since they are so close together. I told my boss on Mercer Island, who I adore, that it's beginning to be too much stress for me. I'm doing the best I can.
I keep telling myself that. I'm doing the best I can.