A stroll in the park--on Jupiter!

More of the same to report. My white blood cell count really crashed today due to the Cytoxan chemotherapy, so I feel as if I'm trapped on a planet with very strong gravity: every step, every movement, is a real effort. The docs assure me that I will feel better early next week, when the counts recover. In the meantime, I will be checked on Sunday morning to see how many stem cells are circulating in my bloodstream. If there are enough, we will start collecting on Monday, if not, we will continue with the Neupogen injections, albeit at a higher rate. It occurred to me today that this is my dear mother's revenge. I stopped taking naps at about a year old, when she desperately needed some sleep. Now, I'm making up for all those I missed. So, Mom, this nap's for you! And thanks to all who have been sending cards and notes--they really are a perk-up for Florence and me. Florence, by the way, has gotten over her cold, and is taking superb care of me.