From the That-Sucks-Even-More Dept.

So, easy round, except for a minor fever due to the pro-crit.

Yea, right.

Cheryl's been running a fever everyday since Wed. I called Hopkins are Saturday, and the Oncologist on call wanted her to come in, thinking it's a bacterial infection. Of course, the mere thought of going to the hospital started a vomit fest. I talked to the doctor-on-call again, and we agreed to let her stay home, and I'd call back if her condition didn't improve.

Well, it didn't. I talked to a different oncologist on Sunday who says that given her high white cell count, it's probably a viral infection and to call in first thing Monday. So, I pulled late night nurse duty on Sat and Sun to try to keep the fever at bay, and this morning Cheryl's mother took her to Hopkins for a full blood work-up.

The general consensus was that the second doctor was correct and it is most likely viral, combined with a too high white blood cell count (from previous Neulasta injections, this one is just starting to get rolling). She spiked pretty high this evening (102.5) after the Tylenol wore off, but the fever is breaking and on the way down (for now).

So, it'll be another late nurse night for me. Cheryl's mother, aka Mother Superior #1, leaves tomorrow, and she's been a godsend. The kids we're swinging from trees in those clothes made from draperies singing happy songs. We're going to miss her. In a week, Mother Superior #2 arrives from California to continue the whipping into shape.

I'm sure we'll get Do-Re-Mi right eventually.