Day 29

Day 7-10 is generally when my immune system is the weakest.  My white blood cell is very low and I am more susceptible to infection.  Yesterday evening I began to feel my temperature rise and started to check it every half hour.  Under protocol, if I hit 38 degrees, I may have an infection that my body cannot fight and I may have to go to emergency for observation.  Thermometer kept rising, 36, 36.5, 37, 37.6.  June was going to be home in an hour and I began to make preparations to go to the hospital.  She came home and I told her the situation.  We stopped and prayed and asked God to drop my fever.  We prayed that His healing hand would come over me and take care of me in my weakened state.  Half an hour later I checked my temperature again.  37, 36.5, 36 and finally normal.  Funny how you really don't miss something till its gone.  Who would think that I would miss my white blood cells so much, eh?

Here's a pic of me and Rhys proof reading my blog.

Thanks for the giant card from work guys!  Long live Coke Zero!