Delayed

Delayed another week. Saturday night my lingering cold became a bit of a problem. My throat turned quite sore, I got quite a headache and I developed a fever with no cowbells on hand to fix it. I peaked out at 100.1, just 0.4 degrees below the "you'd better head to the hospital for some IV antibiotics" threshold. A few weeks back my oncologist had given me a Cipro prescription "just in case" and he advised that I start taking that when we called him at 10:30pm. Sunday I got my white blood cell counts done and I was, as expected, low. Not critically low, but low enough to cause another delay in my chemo treatments. The Dr. came in said, "You're low, and your mom is going to kill me but I can't treat you this week." Sigh, I just want to be DONE! The biggest disappointment was, it was Father's day. My little girl Eva and my wife and devised a very fresh strawberry focused celebration that day. Eva is aware that my favorite dessert is Strawberry short cake and that I couldn't have any for my birthday (for the first time in probably 33 years) because my white counts were low then too. She and Liz planed to bake me a strawberry short cake and as an added bonus make chocolate cover strawberries, because, why not!?! Sadly, with low whites you've got to avoid fresh, uncooked foods. Bacteria hide out on everything and cooking them is the only safe way. They switched up to a strawberry peach cobbler, a pretty f'ing sweet substitute, and I promised Eva that when the summer is over and I am cured of cancer, we'd have a big party with all the strawberry short cake we could possibly want. I can't wait for that party!