An End Within Sight
So my ANC has started to bounce back the last few days, 0 to 40 to 30 to 80 to 90 and then 160 today, and so I'll probably be going home sometime in the next few days, maybe Wednesday Thursday or Friday (not likely tomorrow).
I had an infection last week, my temperature briefly spiked to about 102, so they put me on antibiotics and started taking blood cultures to look for bacteria — usually when they've done that for past fevers they never find anything, in this case they found two species of bacteria, one associated with the guts and the other associated with the skin. I had bit my lip kinda bad a few days earlier, and possibly burned a little bit of my lip and tongue on some hot dinner, so it's possible that was part of it. But my PICC (the catheter that goes in my arm to deliver the chemotherapy drugs more directly into my blood stream, near my heart), started feeling sore so they pulled it out and figured it might have developed an infection, which is where the skin species of bacteria might have come from. It also developed a clot, superficial, but for a while kind of uncomfortable. They're not really worried about it being a problem, I guess pumonary embolisms tend to be clots in your legs that dislodge and travel to your lungs, often causing serious problems. Being in my arm, and not being so bad as to actually block blood flow out of my arm, are good signs it shouldn't be as troublesome. But as a result I'll have to stay on an anticoagulant until my body naturally destroys the clot with enzymes. (To prevent the clot from getting bigger as my platelets return.) So I'm not real excited about that.
The other thing I'm a bit bummed about is they're saying I'll have to stay on IV antibiotics for a few more days, till Monday, so they'll probably want to put another PICC in me to deliver the antibiotics, instead of the perhiphial IV they're using now. I'm still trying to convince them if the IV is still working when I leave that should be enough, but we'll see. The IV nurse who put it in took some extra steps to make it better, like using an ultrasound to find a bigger vein, and putting a special dressing on it to help kill bacteria, like they normally would with a PICC. And the nurses have been keeping me on a slow drip of saline to keep the vein open. Still, the doctor didn't seem very open to the idea.
I'm not sure about the longer term plans. This morning the doctor said they'd probably have me come in for one more outpatient biopsy to make sure I'm clean before going to Boston for the transplant process. Which made me a little nervous that with all the time in between I could get stuck in this perpetual state of needing re-induction chemotherapies, which cause complications, which delay the transplant, which gives more time for the leukemia cells to return — but I'm pretty sure that's just fear getting the best of me. It must be pretty obvious to them the importance of getting to the transplant as soon as possible.
In any case, I'm anxious to get it started, I don't want it to be delayed any more.
So most of the last week I felt pretty immobilized, the last few days I've started to come out of that, eating solid food again (I was avoiding it for a while, it was irritating my tongue and lip too much). Now that I'm feeling more normal again I'm trying to get going with programming again, to explore some cellular automata type approaches to drawing, and if I can figure that out maybe I'll start pursuing the variations to minesweeper I had been contemplating for the last couple years. If only for my own entertainment.
I'm feeling pretty burnt out about politics — I wish I didn't feel so obligated to be vocally political, but if Hillary loses I'll blame myself for not doing more early on. And it would be so great to see a Supreme Court dominated by justices that value reality over ancient superstitions (Scalia believed the devil exists and was trying to actively discourage people from belief in his god). It'd be nice to see them stand up for voting rights, for the right to abortion, and gay rights, healthcare, firearms, campaign finance, and on and on... My whole life it's been a sharply divided court, mostly along the party lines of the presidents who appointed them. With Scalia dead, Ruth Bader Ginsburg 82, and two more justices aged 78 and 79, it seems possible the next president will appoint as many as four new justices. It'd be depressing to see them be the expression of the same tired old ideas that should have been dead and buried last century.
Anyway, rant over.