A month ago, feeling stressed and exhausted by my mother’s move to assisted living, I retreated to Mossy Paws expecting to feel revitalized. Instead, I grew even more fatigued by the merest exertion. And then following my morning yoga class, instead of feeling energized, I was exhausted. Something was very wrong.
I got into my PCP this past Wednesday morning. I had seen her in late April and all my labs were excellent. She had some concerns about my heart, but the EKG was normal. She ordered additional bloodwork which was completed before leaving the building.
Early that evening a doctor from the practice phoned me, telling me she had just received my hemoglobin counts and they were very low, low enough that she advised a blood transfusion. She called ahead to the ER, letting them know that I was on my way.
Long story short, once in the ER, they did more blood work and discovered my white blood cells were “off the charts.” The official diagnosis is AML: acute myeloid leukemia; I started an oral chemo on Friday morning to help bring down my white cell count. I’ve had a bone marrow biopsy that was a lot less horrifying than I feared which is a good thing as there are many in my future. What Ron and I are both struggling with right now, trying to wrap our heads around, is that I will be inpatient during treatment, hospitalized for several weeks.
If you wish to be updated and follow my treatment, I encourage you to sign into my CaringBridge site. I have great motivation for choosing a “curative course” of treatment: Ron and I are going to be grandparents! Our son and daughter-in-law are expecting a boy, due in November!