My white blood cell count didn’t do as I had hoped, it actually did the exact opposite. Yup, that’s right. It went down by .3. Like seriously? Why? Well, it’s probably a combination of things: stress, adjusting to a new chemotherapy drug and a cumulative effect of the treatments.
I’m not going to lie here and pout, even though sometimes I want to. instead I am going to look at the bright side of things and just keep swimming. My fairy tale ending is coming, I just need to hang on a little longer. (Nine more weeks to be exact.)
Remember- No one’s life is perfect. Even Cinderella had to scrub a few toilets before she became a princess. We just have to remember that the magic happens when we don’t give up. Bippity-Boppity-Boo.
Whatever you are going through, just hang on a little longer. God has a plan, let Him work His magic.