I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom, and while I was in there I suddenly thought to myself, "Hey, I feel better!"
I ate a tiny slice of a biscuit with some butter and jam for breakfast. My doctor came in while I was eating and asked if that was the first food I'd had in days and I told him it was. He said my white count had gone up a little, to 0.07, so we're headed the right direction now! A normal white count is 4+.
I ate the mac and cheese that came with my lunch and one bite of cheesecake, and was sorry later.
Ron brought me a sugar donut and a mocha frappachino this afternoon (cause that's what I wanted and I'm spoiled). I had about 1/4 of each. He finished my frappachino after having one of his own, and was wired for the rest of the afternoon. :o)
Now the diarrhea is causing me untold troubles, but they don't want to give me anything to stop it because it is getting out the chemo and dead cells. It's not a pretty situation.
Ron went to Mass while he was here. I didn't go because of the aforementioned problem.
I know I've asked so much prayer from you, but I am under spiritual attack and really need them now. I may write more about it tomorrow, but if I do half my readers will think I'm insane. Besides, I don't want to give it too much attention.
Thanks, dear ones!
PS: Johnnie, I'm fighting like a girl! :o)
PPS: Mike L, thanks for sending your patron saint to my side.
PPS again: Jennifer, I need your Angel tonight, please. Thank you!