“Phew, made it another couple of months,” is what I said after opening up my numbers. It’s funny how I still have that slight apprehension every blood test. Although I think I’m still under a year from when the myeloma disappeared from my bloodwork, so I suppose it makes sense.
I’m still cancer free and treatment free, which I’m so grateful for.
My IGG took a predictable nosedive. I lost close to 200 points, and I am again below normal. But not low enough for me to get an infusion, according to the doctor, which seems like a questionable doctor decision to me. In my opinion, if you are below normal range, a person should get an infusion; otherwise, what is the point of having a normal range on a blood test?
I’ve had a minor respiratory infection for 3 weeks, and my energy is starting to go down. But I suppose I’m used to fatigue from dealing with cancer, and maybe that’s what they invented the word willpower for. Honestly, I don’t care all that much, as long as the cancer is gone. I really can’t complain.
My white blood cells are elevated from my infection, which is nice to see my immune response.
My reds and platelets are still below normal. My last dose of chemo was about a year and a half ago, and my blood still hasn’t recovered. Honestly, I don’t think it ever will recover.
I was having a conversation with someone last year, after I became cancer free, and they were telling me I could go back to normal, the way I was before cancer.
“Ummm… no,” I said.
While there is some truth to “going back to normal,” most people don’t think about how I’ve spent the last number of years killing my blood, and there are consequences of doing that. My body is changed from the ordeal. The hidden parts of cancer that only cancer people and their close ones know about.
Again, I’m not complaining; I’m just putting my thoughts out there. I’m doing well, and I’m excited for the future.
Carrots Over Cancer 