Fever

These past two days have been stressful. I woke up yesterday with a pretty high fever (over 101), so I called the office to tell them, just in case they wanted to see me before Miami. Well, not only did they want to see me, they wanted me to not take any Tylenol, track my temp, and come in this morning -- when they would get my blood counts and decide if I could go to Miami or be hospitalized again with a neutropenic fever. Geez. My temp was up and down most of the day, and by nighttime it was actually pretty high again. I was worried. I didn't want cancer to take this away from me. It's taken so many things, just let me have this vacation.

Jason and I went in this morning, they drew blood, and thank God, my white blood cell count was 11.1! That's even higher than it was on Tuesday. Weird. My hemoglobin was a bit low, which explains my tiredness. But the fever? Probably caused by the liver. Whether or not it's caused by tumor dying or tumor growing, we don't know. BUT, my tumor marker test from Tuesday was actually lower than it had been three weeks ago, down to 374. So I have to think it's tumor dying. I have to think that.

So, we are definitely going to Miami Beach. Hurray!