I woke up this morning with a raised bruise on my right ankle. This is not necessarily surprising because I bruise easily and I am a klutz, but I thought that it might be a sign that my platelet count was not yet where it needed to be to have my chemo treatment today. Sure enough, when they did the lab work today my platelet count was still too low. It has come up to 71, which is a big jump, so hopefully it will get to 100 by next Monday.
I discussed my other current issue with the nurses today. They decided to test me for parasites and amoebas just to make sure that I haven't picked up something that is causing all this intestinal "distress." Before I left the doctor's office they gave me a big plastic bag of supplies for collecting "specimens" to take to the lab. Can anything be more humiliating that carrying your own stool samples to the lab to drop them off??
Actually having the ileostomy made the whole collection process pretty easy. I can pretty much provide a specimen at any time and it is already collected in the bag, so I just had to transfer it to the specimen bottles. As I left the house I said to Ashley, "I have poop in my purse," and we both had a good laugh. Not many people can say that! Thankfully, it was contained!
So, I am back to waiting, resting, and trusting. Physically, I am very tired. Emotionally, I am very weary of the fight; and not just my struggle, but the the struggle of so many special friends who are daily fighting for their lives. Spiritually, I press on, knowing that God is good and He has my name written on the palm of His hand.