When I visited Dad today, I have to say, there wasn't much to have a happy dance about. He could barely open his eyes, he was so tired. His body is just plain worn out and working so hard for any energy at all. Mom was completely frustrated with him, with good reason, but I really think Dad just couldn't DO anything about his condition. It wasn't lack of will, just lack of power.
The nurse even said she thought this lethargic episode we were going through was a result of his low WBC counts and just his body fighting everything with all it's might. He is on oxygen which helps move the red cells through, but even those, he's had refilled a couple times this past week. It's all a biproduct of the transplant, the chemo, and the radiation.
All that aside, I had a nice visit with my Mom. Tonight she called and said that FINALLY, Dad's WBCs took a little leap - they hit .4 and he got some ANCs on the board - 160 to be exact. That should all start to help Dad out with his energy, his appetite, and his overall condition. So, that's where the little happy dance comes in. We're starting to see his cells make a move. Now, we just hope those donor cells are doing their job and we'll all be good!
God Bless, goodnight, have a good day tomorrow!
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