Battle Hymns of a Hot Mess Mom

One day at a time…


Transfusion Dance

I get platelets and over night I drop from 25 to 9. it’s disappointing. My hemoglobin go from 7.4 to 6.2. All signs that I need the transplant but also that the chemo is working. It’s working so well that my hair is falling out again.

It actually started to get long enough to have a slight comb over but it’s starting. I even lied to myself that the hair that grew during chemo would be chemo resistant and wouldn’t fall out. That was a cute lie. I even believed it. So much so that looking at this little clump makes me sad. One step at a time. My last chemo was 8/12 – I’m recovering from the effects. During my first hospitalization my hair fell out as well around the third week. This is my second week but my cytarabine was much harsher this time.

Blood 🩸
COH

There’s no decision made about my platelets; while I jumped up to 11 on my own it could dip back down over night and likely would. These are specialized platelets for me so could be useful to just give them to me. Waiting for a decision to be made on that. At least they feed me here at COH, I get chips and soda at the other infusion center. Salad is the better option. The decision was platelets would still be given but because of the timing of it – I now had to get the platelets much faster than normal. 50 mg of Benadryl and the race was on since post labs are done an hour after the transfusion. It makes for a very long day. A very long and exhausting day. I’m hoping tomorrows visit to the infusion center will be a quick blood test and no blood/platelets needed.



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About Me

Hello, my name is Nina. I am a mother, wife, daughter and friend. I am lover of country music, & 80’s love ballad. I love me some karaoke! I identify as hot mess mom. I get it wrong, all the time. On the rare occasions I get it right? Even I’m shocked.

I am a working professional in the field of Compliance. I am mother two, daughter to immigrant parents, wife to a “redneck” – and proud of it, sister-in-law to the two most incredible human beings I have ever met and a niece that is just so cool but doesn’t know it.

I work too hard and play too little. I’ve always focus on the wrong thing and never quite sure if I’m ever enough. I grew up on the East Coast and was a latchkey kid in the 80’s and 90’s – I dodged the sketchy people on the walk home and tried not to end up on a milk carton.

I went to a very privileged Boarding School on the East Coast and college after that. (So yeah that’s exactly why this journal will be riddled with grammatical and spelling errors. On the days I feel good, I’ll type it out. On the days I don’t feel good it’ll be voice to text. I can not be held liable for the things Siri puts in as my “voice”. ) Graduated on a Friday and started Fleet Bank on a Saturday. I hustled my way through the midnight shift at DHL and hustled and hustled and hustled. I knew nothing except the hustle. (As I said, I’m a hot mess mom).

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