Busy, busy

Jimmy FINALLY got me admitted to the hospital yesterday afternoon - we had been packed and scheduled to go in Wednesday morning, but no rooms were available. Actually, I think Dr. Lonial might have been dragging his feet a little about admitting me so soon: my counts were still lower than they preferred, and they really popped up in just that 24 hours. My platelets jumped from 55 to a much more acceptable 97 (normal is 150-400).

After Jimmy got me checked in, he drove to Valdosta, where he spent last night, then went to Amelia today to be with the grandchildren for a few days. I am green with envy, but Jimmy badly need a break from all this 24/7 caregiving, and I am well cared for here at Emory. Plus, my children Jackie and Mary drove up last night after work ( got to Atlanta at 11) and are spending the weekend with me. We'll have some good long visits.

Since yesterday, I've had Rituxin, Decadron, a Methotrexate intrathecal injection, and am on my fourth round of Cytoxan. Treatment is underway in full force.

Oh yes - Tuesday's PET scan again showed no sign of active cancer, and the tumor has shrunk to 1.7 cm. It was initially the size of an elongated baseball, and with the second Pet scan down to 2.4 cm. I want it GONE. I did ask Dr. Lonial this morning, " You still say you're gonna cure me?" He answered with an unqualified, "Yep." A man of his word, he doesn't say things like that frivously.