My WBC was 1.3 today, which is quite an improvement over yesterday (0.3). My nurse tells me it wouldn’t be a stretch for it be double that tomorrow. I could be going home as early as Friday. I hope I can.
I’m 46 years old, but it bothers me that my parents don’t call every day to see how I am. In my fantasy, they would call to ask my sister how things went every day. They would even ask to talk to me. My mom, who lives about an hour away, would come to visit often. The truth is, if I say nothing, they won’t even know when I’ve returned home.
Gina, it’s not as simple as that. You don’t understand what she’s dealing with.
“The truth is, if I say nothing, they won’t even know when I’ve returned home.”
But if you say SOMETHING, what will happen?
What will you say?
Sometimes people are just waiting for your word…
Say it, girl!
That would bother me too, Beth, but it’s on them not you. You’re tops!
You go, kiddo! And get yourself home on Friday! As for the second part of your post, well, just give yourself a big bear hug and squeeze from me, Margaret in Italy