Tuesday, everything seemed back on track. Fourth dose? Done! Injection to keep my white blood cells up? Administered. I left the hospital feeling slightly confident and chipper (well, as much as you can after chemo).
You see, the injection and when my next appointment fell meant I could have Easter with my family! I tend to miss at least one family holiday every single year. 2018: I had surgery to remove the mass in my chest and missed Thanksgiving. 2017: Thanksgiving was again absent because I was recovering from internal radiation. 2016: Almost died Easter weekend and spent it in the hospital.
But, 2019 was looking up!
Until they switched my chemotherapy day to Monday instead of Tuesday...
Chronic pain means you rarely do days out, much less back-to-back. So, no Easter.
If that isn't enough of a kick in the gut, I was also told I have blood work I have to do at the local hospital Monday or Tuesday this week. I was supposed to be given a slip at my appointment. The specialized van service in my area can't fit me in because it's last-minute. My husband and I will either try the bus in our area or walk down and back if the sidewalks are clear. I don't know what to do if I can't make it.
I spent most of the day yesterday crying and sleeping. Few things in life I hope for tend to come to pass. Maybe the energy of small hopes will end up in bigger ones...
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