A Change of Plans

Well, I was scheduled for my second chemotherapy treatment for today, but that didn't happen.  On Monday, I went in to have lab work done, in order to make sure everything inside was on the up-and-up for me to receive treatment.  I found out that my white blood cell count and my neutrophil (the thingies in my body that create new white blood cells) counts were really low.  So, it was a no go for the Wednesday treatment.  Instead, I went in today to have another lab test done, in order to see if I was ready to have treatment tomorrow (Thursday).  The informal report, however, is worse than the one on Monday.  My white blood cell count is the same as it was (a 3, for anyone who wants to get technical), but my neutrophil count had dropped from a 0.8 to a 0.6.  I am still waiting to hear the official report from my doctor, saying if I can or cannot receive treatment of any kind tomorrow (sometimes they do partial doses), but I would be surprised if I do.
What does all of this mean, exactly??  Well, don't be alarmed, because apparently, this is just part of going through chemo.  Now, we are just waiting for everything to kind of "bottom out" and start going up again.  These low levels do, however, compromise and put a damper on my social calendar...I am now basically quarantined to the house.  I can't be around large groups of people or anyone who is sick.  Now, this is already irritating, regardless of the timing, but this week, it's extremely frustrating!!!  This happens to be Homecoming Week, and OSU has the largest Homecoming celebration in the nation.  Walk-Around is on Friday, which is basically the definition of an enormous crowd of people, so that's out.  I am also finally feeling better, and I would love to go to Wednesday night church; however, I feel like a large group of college students who have been exposed to a campus crawling with every fall sickness imaginable is probably a bad idea as well.  Stupid cancer...doesn't it know I have a social agenda???
Oh well, I guess this is one of those times I just have to "roll with the punches."  I guess the really frustrating part is that I don't feel bad and I want to go do something.  If I were laying on the couch not feeling well (not that I'm wishing misery on myself, but still...), then I wouldn't be itching to get out of the house.  Maybe I'll do something productive with my time, like clean house or expand my knowledge of Fluid Mechanics (it's an engineer thing...).  On second thought, I think my time would be much better spent watching the Rangers beat up on the Yankees...yes...most definitely the right decision!