Today turned out to be a surprisingly good day. At some insane hour of the morning, the nurse woke me up to tell me that the platelet transfusion they ran last night, which was not even with matched platelets, brought my count up from 3,000 to 46,000! I was so happy and relieved, I can’t begin to explain my excitement. We also did a red blood cell transfusion which brought those up to a good number. I then went for a CT scan which diagnosed that I have colitis (inflammation of the lining of the stomach) as a result of the chemo. This may sound bad, but it’s actually a normal side effect that explains that pain but is good news because it means that I do not have any internal bleeding or infections.

Brian was sweet enough to stay the night and my dad brought Ty down for his first visit later in the morning. Ty was adorable and inquisitive. We made jokes out of things that might seem scary, like wearing masks, and when we went for a walk he wanted to push my IV pole. I was hooked up this morning to get some IV antibiotics. He loved the hospital and he seemed to really enjoy the visit.

The rest of the day I got some much needed rest while they tried another red blood transfusion. There were some issues with the blood and we opted not to do it. It turns out my counts were high enough that I didn’t need it. In the evening, Holly came a did a lap with me.

Now here’s the news you all have been waiting for – my hair is starting to fall out. I noticed little pieces here and there and then when I pulled on it tonight, big clumps started coming out. I’m guessing I have 1-2 more days before it is all out. Fortunately the wig lady is coming to visit tomorrow and I have a few scarves ready and waiting. I ordered some baseball caps from Life Is Good (Brian couldn’t get over the irony). But if anyone sees some cute scarves that you think would look fabulous with my bald head and my wardrobe, please let me know.

Thanks for all of the pep talks yesterday. Like I said, I’m going through the low part now but I know the turning point is just a few days away. I’m feeling rejuvenated today and (almost) looking forward to my hair falling off because I think the anticipation is worse than it actually happening. I think it will feel like I’m really in the fight at that point. Additionally, I know that the sooner it falls out, the sooner it will grow back