Flying solo for chemo

I drove myself to and from chemo.  There was no drama.  While boring it certainly proved that I can do it.  The real drama was being awakened at 4:30 a.m. for the tornadoes.  Funny, though; the local TV news is saying city sirens did not sound.  Perhaps one of my neighbors has a weather alert radio or I heard UofL’s alert on my phone.  Who knows.  Regardless, it was worth about 20 minutes of TV news and most of “Sister Act” watching the storm drift through.  My neighborhood was spared but there were three touchdowns around, but not in, Louisville. 

Chemo was no fuss.  There was a new nurse and we chatted a little bit.  I read and napped the entire time.  My each and every visit CBC (complete blood count) came back fine, at least for me, with its usual anemia and low white cell count.  I am still a long way from needing a transfusion and my immune system sputters but still runs.  I drove home with no problems and then napped some more.  Napping as a lifestyle choice will probably not put me ahead in the race to success game but it’s very slacker. 

My next chemo is Thursday and then I’ll be treatment free for a week.  That’ll be nice.