Last week I was sure Hannah would make counts. She didn't. This week I was pretty sure she would make it. I worried, anyway. After all, I was just wrong. Three weeks of no chemo is too much.
Waiting for the ANC number to come back at her appointment this afternoon was miserable. Infact, I have been miserable to be around for this entire week, I would imagine. Waiting is, So. Really. Hard.
The doctor came in the first time, and said the numbers weren't back yet. Then, she examined Hannah and asked me a ton of questions. I couldn't think! I couldn't give answers! I needed to have the numbers! Finally, she left (she is very nice and I like her, I was just moody) and Hannah watched a cartoon while we waited for those annoyingly pesky numbers. If Hannah's ANC was above 750, she could start chemo today. She would begin the Interim Maintenance 2, phase. Anything lower than 750 was going to be a problem.
Ten minutes later the doctor came back, opened the door, looked at me, smiled, and nodded. Here is what I did inside my head.
Her ANC was at 1566!! Yeah baby! We headed right over to the infusion room for chemo. Hannah is back to fighting cancer and I am, hopefully, going to sleep tonight!
Here is a picture of Hannah as Miss. Speedracer. She was at her dad's on Wednesday and the two of them did some racing. Hannah, in this cool seat, while pretending to drive along with a pink and purple race car game. Her dad says she is the future of motorsports. She had a total blast. Hannah adores this sort of thing. I have to admit, Alex might be right about the motorsports. I am going to go gray early, I can tell.