Last night in Houston as I write this. Sun is setting and I'm trying to decide if I just go to bed or stay up and watch the Indiana game. Time to reflect on this first trip:
-It was supposed to be two trips, but it got wrapped into one when we realized how the hospital wanted to keep me inpatient until Friday (we were planning on a Thursday discharge). This was a good problem to have, as the reason for the extra monitoring was elevated potassium and phosphorous levels in my blood. Turns out, when cancer cells die they release a bunch of potassium and phosphorous - so it was all carnage from the decisive game one victory mentioned in the previous post. So Becky went home Thursday to relieve her mother and be with the boys.
So that led to an otherwise dull Thursday evening/Friday morning for me to monitor phosphorous, watch the OJ documentary on Netflix (there's a new one!), and plot my escape. Blood was good to go Friday morning, which led to me getting out of there around noon, which led to a delightful stroll across the Rice University campus on my way to my hotel for the weekend.
For the weekend, I attended TWO Houston Rockets games. Friday, I sat in the upper bowl and just experienced the vibe - left early. Sunday I was planning on a slightly better seat, but was surprise level-ed up by my good buddy. I ended up courtside to watch Kevin Durant and Zion Williamson. Surreal to be that close. Thanks Austin!
Anyway, I'm pleased to report that, from a leukemia perspective, my WBC was at a 29.7 as of this morning - and that's before the infusion. We're post infusion now, so I gotta think we're getting to the normal zone (4-11ish) pretty soon here. Which is amazing. Swollen lymph nodes have all shrunk to normal size.
The game one victory analogy still applies. Headed home 1-0!
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