My WBC was 1.3 today, which is quite an improvement over yesterday (0.3). My nurse tells me it wouldn’t be a stretch for it be double that tomorrow. I could be going home as early as Friday. I hope I can.
I’m 46 years old, but it bothers me that my parents don’t call every day to see how I am. In my fantasy, they would call to ask my sister how things went every day. They would even ask to talk to me. My mom, who lives about an hour away, would come to visit often. The truth is, if I say nothing, they won’t even know when I’ve returned home.