Damn.

Well, the title was supposed to be all in caps and repeated about ten times with exclamation points and cannons firing (behind the scenes of course) and then some form of mushroom cloud.  Sadly, as I sit here and type this, all I can muster is a very small damn. 

I've been off the 5-FU pump for a week now and the ulcers and sores in my mouth have almost completely healed.  This is probably the best news I have had in quite some time.  Today was the consultation to see if they could put the pump back in.  Initially, they were all "YEAH! Let's do this thing!  Let's put it in right now!"   We ran down the hall, through the paper banner that inexplicably said "GO TIGERS!" and set about hooking the butterfly access up to my port and getting the blood work out of the way so we could hydrate me real quick and then hook the pump back up.

For those of you who may not know.....your blood work is crucial to you continuing your treatment.  It's like a court order handed down from the doctor, who looks at your numbers and then stamps PASS or FAIL on it.   Well, I FAILED, big time.  My white blood counts are 1.6 in a range of 0.0 - 10.0.  The most crucial component of my numbers is sitting at 0.6 in a range of 0.0 - 5.0.  Needless to say, no dice on the pump.  I went home and was feeling a little funny, so I took my temperature.  Joy of joys, I am sitting at 100.3.  *sigh*  Anything over 100.5 when your immune system is suppressed means that you get to spend the weekend at Club Hospital.  So the doctor has put me on two separate antibiotics for the next ten days and I will get another chance at all this next Friday when I have my final big treatment. In the meantime, I have to keep checking my temperature and if it goes to 100.5 or above, I get to take a ride to the ER.  Super swell isn't it?

I may be consoling myself tonight with something entirely bad for me that I can actually taste now.