Friday

Jimmy made a quick foray into Whole Foods after my appointment at Emory this morning. I'm doing fine, but my counts are dropping, and a walk adross the room leaves me panting like I've climbed six flights of stairs. This type of fatigue is hard to explain to someone who hasn't experienced it - it's numbing and rest doesn't seem to help. I shouldn't complain, though, because so far, I've had hardly any of the bad stuff: nausea, mouth sores, fevers, etc.

We have to go back at 8 Sunday morning, just to make sure my counts haven't dropped too far.