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My white blood count has plummeted to 0.2, my immune system is all but destroyed, and I feel terrible.
In other words, everything is going perfectly. My white blood count will probably drop a bit more tomorrow and then plateau for a day or two. Around Saturday or so new cells will start engrafting and my counts will start to rise fairly quickly. That’s the road to recovery, and so far there have been no hiccups at all.
Until then, endless fatigue is my fate. But it will improve soon enough, I hope. In the meantime, the video clip on the right pretty much captures my current mood.
