MDS: Vidaza Postponed

Dr. O threw me a curve ball yesterday. Maybe it was more like a change-up, where the ball comes in so slowly that you swing so early and so hard that you almost fall over.

She postponed the Vidaza shots til next week.

You'd think this would make me happy. But, no. It just threw me off balance.

I'd been busy Sunday evening indulging myself in some pre-shots misery—you know, "Oh woe is me; in 48 hours I'm going to feel like crap"—and by yesterday morning I'd built up my resolution to once more sink into discomfort.

Plus, I'd kind of psyched myself up for the grand 5-shots sequence experiment, which will begin with the next series.

And, worse, I'd called last Thursday to confirm we were doing shots this week. We were, I was told.

So, I swallowed my Zofran pill, and drove to Dr. O's office. But, when I got there, she asked if it would be okay to do shots next week. She was going to be in NYC, you see, a few days this week.

Well, at least she asked, rather than announcing.

"We'll just check your blood today," she said.

Good news there:

• Platelets: 156,000
• Hemoglobin: 12.1

Still, I'm all aflutter. I'd made myself ready to be useless, and I'd taken the Zofran for nothing.

Now, here I am with my bowels semi-clogged from the Zofran, but the rest of me perfectly functional.

I mean, really.

I've lost my excuse for doing nothing this week.

Guess I'll just have to do something.