Exhausted from spending most of yesterday at Emory, we consequently made up for it by resting and napping (and watching the Masters- go Phil!) all day today. This business of being sick is hard work.
All my counts are up, so no infusions were necessary, and I'm feeling much better. These few days before I have to go back into the hospital are by far the easiest of the treatment cycle.
We won't know the results of the PET scan until next week. The tumor has shrunk to where I can't feel it any more when I mash on my stomach. It would be so wonderful if they told me I was cured and to go home, but that won't happen; Dr. Lonial says I have to go through all eight treatments. And we're thankful they're being so careful.
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