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Karen's white counts slipped back in to the C's again this week. So she may not get into work this week. Plenty of young white cells, just the mature ones dying off prematurely.
Longer drive this morning as we are now going to Carillon (the other side of the county) for all our needs. With the average time we spent waiting at Bardmoor, it's about a wash. A couple beside us this morning had driven in from Lakeland for an 8:30. What a haul.
We continue kidding with the nurse each time he accesses Karen's port. The first time Karen had chemo, he put a plasticized paper shield around her shirt, like you see at the dentist office. He kept adjusting it to where he needed it while Karen, in a fit of modesty, kept pulling it back. ("And this is where the nurse slapped my hand....") So we kid him each time we see him. Only because the other nurse has told us we can't joke with him any more about his previous job of making the leeches sick. But that's another story.
Next week begins with new drugs, almost like starting all over again. She's nervous about how that will go.
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