Declaration

Until this moment I have refused to declare this Lucy's "last round."  It's just so hard to allow myself to believe this is all going to be over soon.  I think I'm afraid to say it out loud, like I might jinx the whole thing or something.  But since I don't believe in luck, I guess I should just practice some Faith and trust that God is going to carry us through this 4th and final round. 

It didn't help that this morning the doctor came in and said Lucy's ANC had plummeted to 600.  Yeserday it was 1700!  We knew that she had to be above 1000 to start.  He told us that the docs were meeting to determine what to do.  There was an option to lower her doses of chemo or not do them at all.  We knew that there was a chance we would not get a 4th round.  I was sick.  Literally, sick to my stomach.  Yesterday I was a ball of nerves coming into the hospital and I couldn't quite put my finger on what was bothering me.  This morning was the curve ball I was waiting on. 

Not much time passed before Dr. P came back in and said they were going forward.  Round 4, full dosage.  Please join us in praying that this 4th round of high dose chemo will not do irrepairable damage to her bone marrow.  That would be a whole new battle she would have to fight. 

It's been a long day already.  1:40pm and she has vomitted off and on since 10:00 this morning.  She is tired and full of medicine that should make her sleep, but she doesn't.  I don't know how she keeps those eyes open, but she does.  She gets another dose at 2:00 of the Amifostine.  Last dose ever.  I hate that stuff.  I'll post more as the day goes on.