This morning came at 6 am from a nurse with very good news. Over the course of 24 hours, my white blood cell count has jumped from 0.1 (virtually nil) to 1.5 (reduced but good enough to enter the world with precautions).
From here, WBC counts should improve even more. It seems certain I will be flying home on Sunday, I booked a flight. Splurged and got a first-class seat. This extravagance is as much a celebretory treat to myself as it is an additional precaution against contracting a flu or something else that could set back my progress. No poopy-colic croup-crying baby section for me!
Anna will be bouncing over from her dorm at Loyola to escort me from the hospital to the airport. I have several friends on standby to pick me up at MSP. I'll pick the one least likely to have the flu.
Bone pain from the neupogen? Yes, it's still there. I'm glorying in it.
Addendum: Dr. Burt just breezed into my room and congratulated me. He's kicking me out of the hospital today.
Hmmm, it's snowing outside, my flight for Sunday is already booked, and Anna has a busy day on campus. Rather than try to change to a flight that might end up snowbound, I'll grab a Marriott room at the Northwestern patient discount rate and just fly home tomorrow as planned.
Do watch your temperature! I am so happy to see another victory over the autoimmune beast! Now you can get your life back! Eddie Nash(Wendy Nash's[CIDP] husband)
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