Results are in, and my official M-spike at the end of cycle five is ... 2.0. It went down a lousy .1 during the whole cycle. I keep reminding myself that Dr. H said plateaus are okay, but I still wish it had been lower. It's disappointing to suffer through four weeks of steroids and then not see the spike move. My INR, on the other hand, jumped to 2.5 (It's supposed to be between 1.5 and 2.0). I guess the 5 mg of Coumadin was a bit much. I have been eating a ton of salads, I swear. I even got a salad when we went to Donald's over the weekend. Anyway, I'm back on my old Coumadin dose again.
There was a big drama with the Revlimid this afternoon, when the nurse called to tell me that somebody at the Cancer Center had accidentally faxed the pharmacy a month-old pregnancy test instead of my current one (what?), and now the pharmacy and the drug company were all riled up, and the time to fill the prescription was about to expire. Once the prescription-filling process has been started, everyone involved (me, the doctor's office, the pharmacy, and the drug company) only gets seven days to complete it. If you're not done when the time runs out, you have to start the process ALL OVER AGAIN with a brand new blood test and everything. It all got straightened out, and the new Revlimid (my last cycle for about two months!!!) will be here on Monday, but it was a stressful afternoon. While the drug drama was going on, WCK refused to take a nap and then threw up in her crib ... on her one-and-only "If anything happens to this blankie I shall die" blankie ... after eating blueberries. She's completely fine now, but have you ever dealt with blueberry throwup on a beloved blankie? Oh dear.
Bad afternoon. Tomorrow will be better. Deep breath.