Nurses say the darndest things

As I mentioned yesterday, the anticipation that I MIGHT be able to go home today was acute last night: as acute as a child's anticipation on Christmas Eve. I had a little trouble getting to sleep, but finally dozed off. 

I was awakened at 4:15AM for my daily blood draw. This was the one that would tell the tale of whether I would go home today or wait another day. At 5:15AM, Kathy, the night RN, came in and said, "Guess who's going home today!" And then she said a very funny line: "I'll let you sleep now." Can you imagine your parents waking you up on Christmas morning and saying, "Santa came! I'll let you sleep some more." 

I actually tried to go back to sleep...for a few minutes. Then I thought, "This is the time I usually get up at home, and I've had eight hours' sleep. Why am I still in bed?" I got up and emailed Jill with the good news. It turns out she had been up since 4:30 AM for the same reasons. We agreed that we would curb our enthusiasm until we heard the news from the Oncologist. 

The official word came from Kari, NP and  Dr. Waugh. So, we have been packing up personal belongings, getting instructions, being supplied with medications, having my PICC line dressing replaced. Lots to do. I don't know what time we will actually leave, but I don't think it will be long now. 

So, for those who are keeping a box score, my Platelets today are at 356, my hemoglobin at 8.1, and my ANC at 690. The Lord has been so very good to us through this initial phase of treatment. I will be back before long for consolidation chemotherapy. That visit will be for five days, but for now, I'm on vacation!

 

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