I thought I’d made some gains yesterday in my war against the mysterious rash, but I woke up this morning to find it had re-covered all the places where it had receded. Since it and my prophylactic antibiotic, Bactrim, seem to be on an every-other-day schedule, nurse is saying to stop it and see if the rash goes away. If it does, the doctor will prescribe something else.
I’m so over taking medicine, guys. Words cannot express. But my lymphocytes were even lower this week, so I’m guessing refusing to take my antibiotics would get me a lecture or two.
This concludes week one of my cancer treatment vacation. Not at all how I’d imagined it.
