Yesterday I was reminded that nothing is set in stone and I must always be flexible and accepting of change. Right now I should be an hour into my chemo, but instead I am writing this blog. Why? Well, yesterday afternoon I received a call from my ward at the hospital to tell me that my session for today had been cancelled. That was it, no why, no reschedule, just cancelled. There was a small part of me that thought "Maybe this is it, maybe I don't have to do any more." But I didn't like the thought of that. I wouldn't want to go through all this effort to sit around wondering "did they get it all?". So I called my doctor right away and left a message for him to call me. A couple hours went by and I got the call. My doctor informed me that my white blood cell count was too dangerously low to go ahead with treatment. I asked if we could do it anyway and start the hormone injections right away. He said no. He informed me that he had rescheduled for next Tuesday. My first response was no, that's too long. I asked if we could do it any sooner than that. So we came up with a plan, he called in a prescription to my pharmacy so I could start the hormone injections last night, then I will have blood-work again on Thursday and if it's fine I'll have treatment on Friday. I'm much happier with this plan. So, I'll have a few extra days of feeling good and focus on producing white blood cells.