Bad blood...

Misty didn't go into chemo as planned. First, she went in on Tuesday, as scheduled, but was turned away because there were no beds available. I guess that's how it works in a county hospital. Then, when she returned on Wednesday, after admitting her and processing the regular blood work, they determined that her neutrophils were low--whatever that means--and that they couldn't proceed at this time with chemotherapy without Misty becoming very ill. So, once again, she was turned away. On one hand, Misty wished that she could just go on with it and get it overwith. But, on the other hand, she was relieved to come home and not go crazy while lying in a hospital bed--and we're glad to keep her here with us, too. Misty has another appointment to start chemotherapy next Wednesday--if her blood is ok.

And she was doing so good all week. Until last night. She woke up a number of times, dry heaving and gagging, and in pain. When morning came, she wasn't much better. But by tonight, she was eating fairly normally again and doing ok.

In other good news, I got word from my job that I'll be working locally (not traveling) all the way into March. Of course, all scheduling information I get about my work is subject to change until after it's already happened, but at this point I'm relieved that I won't have to worry about how things are going while I'm a thousand miles away.

I feel like I'm beginning to sound like a broken record (do the kids these days even know what that means?), but I have so much gratitude for the help we're getting. I honestly can't imagine how people go through this sort of thing without the kind of help we have recieved from our family and friends, from church members and neighbors. I feel I have to express my thanks to all of you and let you know that we appreciate all your efforts toward sustaining us in this rough time.