Monday's blood test should have been easy. I was cool and calm even when the tech appeared and said she would have to stick me again because there was something wrong with the first sample. No problem. Back to the waiting room until a nurse appeared and said I needed to go to the treatment room. What?!?! Code for something is wrong with your blood scores. Another long wait until another nurse delivers the news that my platelets are very low. No blood transfusion today (not something I had been expecting) but I should call the office if my nose bleeds or if I suffer a cut or bruise because my blood would likely not clot.
I was just beginning to get accustomed to the routine when a new variable rises to the surface. Cancer treatment is a bit like the simulation games we used to play years ago and the leader would announce a new wrinkle that would significantly alter our strategy. A friend had asked me weeks ago about my platelets and while the number bounced around, it hadn't drawn my attention. Now it does.
No playing with sharp things. No tattoos. No flossing! Be careful! Seriously? One more thing to add to my feeling of mortality and vulnerability.
I'm certain the medical team will be watching the numbers and they have a plan for whatever complication shows up.
Just another week to breathe deeply, and be careful.