Yesterday’s visit to the clinic brought disappointing news. My white blood cell count has dropped–no, really plummeted. The doctor is very concerned. He sent me home with antibiotics and antivirals. Also, another shot to stimulate WBC production. WBCs are basically your immune system, and with a low WBC count my body will not be able to fight off infections.
Since my body needs help–antibiotics to fight off bacteria and antivirals to keep viruses at bay–now it is a waiting game. I have exchanged my armor for a cheerleader outfit since I am at home. Rooting on the WBCs to win this game. I shake my pom-pom and yell, “Push ’em back! Push ’em back, way back!”
I am definitely not comfortable in the cheerleader skirt; I am ready to put my armor back on and fight this battle. But first, I need those damn white blood cells to do their thing.
Dance of a Warrior 
I remember I was given a specific diet of foods I didn’t particularly care and the suggestion of frozen not fresh vegies or fruit due to exposure to “whatever germs or pesticides”, tried to take the attitude that if they told me to get on the floor & push a green pea across the room with my nose that, that was going to be what I did. Never did have to get on the floor, but with the shots antibiotics, anti viral and feeling like I was grounded to the house till my count went back up I SURVIVED. HAHAHA!!!
That is the way I feel also. Survival is the goal. I just wish I could taste my food!
Melissa,
I love reading this blog because I have felt so many of the same things. I don’t love what is happening to you, but how you are handling it all. Girl, you are pouring your heart out and mine is reaching out to catch you and hold you tight so you can be safe. Take care of yourself and know that a lot of people are sending a lot of LOVE your way.
Thanks Mary Dee – it means so much to me to have your love and support.