We are down to eight radiation / chemo treatments left. Put another way, we are two thirds of the way to the end. But we have run into a hiccup. Last week, our fourth chemo was canceled. The idea was that with time off, my counts would rebound and we would get back at it. Today was supposed to be that “back at it” day. On a typical chemo day, we report early to have blood drawn and a port put in. That port is where the saline and then chemo will be dripped into my body. Next stop, oncology for a consult and then on to radiation. Once I have had that treatment, it is finally time for chemo. Today, that should have been the routine.

So what went wrong? Over the past several days, I was experiencing weight loss coupled with fatigue. My weight began to drop as soon as I started my treatments. At first, my weight loss was gradual. I dropped from 183 pounds to 175 pounds. That was over a four week period. Since then I continued to lose pounds and this morning I weighed in at 162 pounds. Two culprits are at work here. As my tumor is hit with its daily dose of radiation, it becomes pretty raw. Eating is my least favorite thing to do. The second culprit is apparently my bone marrow. It says it does not like the radiation or the chemo and it has taken it out on my platelets. Today’s blood draw came back with low counts on my red and white blood cells. The drop in my platelets was the most pronounced. To do a chemo treatment, our doctor needed that count to be 95. Mine was 12. The only good news for me was that a suspect had been identified and it wasn’t me.

When you are in cancer treatment and things start getting rough, the tendency is to ask questions. You wonder about the actions you are taking. Are they causing things to get rough? Finding out that it was a problem with my bone marrow was a relief. I wasn’t doing anything wrong. I often find myself grabbing onto any piece of news and trying to extract something positive. Today, my weight loss and my platelet count would be worked on. The blocked chemo time would be made up. Today’s chemo was replaced with an infusion of platelets meant to give me a boost. Strange as it seems, I found comfort in that. But then, I’m a little strange when it comes to perspective.