Everything was going so smoothly until about three weeks ago...
With my white blood count at a rock bottom 250, I developed cellulitis in my right leg. One minute I was fine, and the next I was wondering why I was so cold and why did my leg hurt so much. By the time I got home from work (of course I was at work), I had a raging fever and chills, not to mention the fact that my leg was red and painful.
A quick trip to the doctor the next day confirmed my Google diagnosis. I was given both IV and oral antibiotics and sent home. My leg got better until precisely a week later when the infection--evidently only playing possum--came back worse than ever. My right leg was a glowing red inferno of infection, while my left quietly developed red petechiae (dots, if you will). More IV and oral antibiotics followed, and my second round of chemo was postponed.
When my infection finally subsided, the doctor divided chemo into four days this time, with the Rituxan on a day all by itself. Days two through four were the administering of the Fludarabine and the Cyclophosphamide.
Last time I had some "gastric" upsets but it wasn't too bad. This time? This time I felt like I was going to die, or maybe just wanted to die. In addition to the stomach issues, I just felt generally awful. Like, I haven't felt this awful in a lonnnnng time!
I'm on the upswing now, although I'm not going to be doing anything more strenuous than couch surfing for a while. If it was this bad with round two, I'm not looking forward to rounds three through six!