I know that I said that I was going to end this whole blogging thing, but I thought there are some of you our there that might want an update on my health issues. There are probably some who don't, but that's the beauty of a blog; you don't have to read. :)
I had my weekly blood test at the hospital on Monday. They now know who I am. Isn't that fun? The nurses at the hospital know to expect me and I just wonder if that is a good thing. At least they are all very nice and they want me to get better. That being said, I told them to draw the blood that would come back in the negative numbers so that I wouldn't have to come back. They smiled and said "Okay". But we all know what that means. "Whatever", "Like we can control it". So, I prayed really hard that it would be a negative number.
I had great faith that it would be perfect! I was ready to move on with my life and so I waited patiently to talk with the other nurses on Tuesday, the ones that would tell me the results. She asked how I was and I couldn't respond. I didn't know how I was. :) I wanted the results before I told her how I was. Well....
They went up. Yep. The HCG level in my blood stream increased. That is bad. So, they wanted to start me immediately on the new medications that I would need. This is a type of chemotherapy medication. It doesn't make my hair fall out though, and I'm happy for that. However, as she was talking, I had a thought and it worried me. Could it mean that I was pregnant again? I didn't know. So I asked her. We talked about my cycle and other such things that nurses and patients talk about and she said she would talk to the doctor and get back to me.
So, I could be pregnant. It is HIGHLY unlikely. That means that I had to make a decision. Start the medication immediately, which would abort the pregnancy if there was one. Or, do more blood work and see if that came back higher, which could indicate a pregnancy, do an ultrasound and then, if not pregnant, start the medication. I just wasn't comfortable starting a medication that could abort a baby, if there was any possibility that I was pregnant. Which means that today after school, I go back to the lovely hospital, to the nurse with the purple gloves and get more blood drawn. Downside is that I won't know any results until Monday.
I have such mixed emotions about this. I would love to be pregnant, but is that really healthy for me right now? Will it all work out if I am pregnant? And yet, once again, I have to rely on my Heavenly Father. If I am pregnant, than I believe it is His way of telling me that He is in charge, not me. Because it would have to be a miracle if I were pregnant. A very large one. I don't think that I am. It just doesn't make sense to me. So, more than likely come Monday, I will be scheduled for my first injection of the chemotherapy medication.
And with that said, maybe until this whole thing is done, I'll keep the blog so you can all read about my exciting drama and I won't have to tell it verbally. :)
Thanks friends!