Well, I got a call, but it wasn't THE call. To be honest, this call sorta pissed me off.
It seems they won't do a harvest unless my platelets are above 50. Yesterday they were 28. Today they're 18. Why the hell didn't they schedule a platelet transfusion for today along with the RBCs?
So, tomorrow at 9:30, I get platelets and another pair of "G" shots.
Whoop-de-freaking-do.
Do I sound anxious?
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This blog is written by and about a guy with an incurable form of cancer. My purpose here isn't to say "woe is me", but to give insight about my thoughts, perspectives, and experiences throughout this adventure. My name is Andre. My partner's name is Ed. I intend to publish on a pretty regular basis here, but Ed might occasionally pop in with his thoughts too.
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