Because I have so few white blood cells, my body decided to start cooking me from the inside. It started late on Friday, just after I watched my tuxedo-clad baby drive off to meet his date for the prom. Tempus fugit.
By Saturday morning I was back in the hospital, where I remain. Every 4 to 6 hours I spike a fever, despite being pumped with antibiotics and anti-fungals. No specific causes have been identified as responsible for the fevers. It's just that I'm in a state of neutropenia, low on infection-fighting cells, and my body's natural response is to use heat as a weapon.
Somehow, I manage to have an appetite and have been tolerating the hospital food. I am ruined.
Thanks everyone for following my story. I love reading your comments and emails. Any day now, blood cell production should kick in and these feverish days will be just a bad memory.