Yesterday was a chemo day, so, of course, today was spent in my pajamas. All things considered, I am doing well (I was really sick last night but woke up - at eleven - this morning feeling tired but only a little queasy).
No Herceptin this time, only chemo.
My white blood cells, and in particular the infection fighting neutrophils have rebounded really well (my count yesterday was seven. I have no idea what this means, except that I was at zero when I was in the hospital and two a couple of weeks ago).
My echocardiogram showed that my heart is now functioning at fifty-eight per cent effciency. This is back to what it was before I was diagnosed with cancer (a little better in fact), when I was in really good shape. I can breathe easier, now, knowing I won't be yanked off the Herceptin (or forced to take heart medication).
I think this bodes well for my ultrasound on Friday. These things happen in three's, no?
By next week, I hope to tell you all the story of my incredible shrinking tumours.