Tuesday I went in for my next Cis-Gem chemo, but unfortunately my red blood count was too low. This was discussed as a possibility with the ER doc and my oncologist. They took more blood and sent me home to return the next day for a blood transfusion. They must have a whole closet of my blood in MGH by now.
Of all the tests, procedures, IVs, and injections I've received, a blood transfusion was still my biggest fear. It stems from the days people could get HIV+/AIDs and knowing the medical profession is still prone to errors (like my last port). A transfusion like that I could never recover from. Knowing my heart was starting to pay the price for low red blood counts (elevated heart rate), and faintness of breath when I did any activity, I agreed to go through with it. Today I took 560 cc's of red blood cells. That's like 2 and 1/3 cups of blood. It was transfused into me via my port over 2 bags, 2 hours each. We waited an hour for the blood to arrive from downtown. So it was another long day at the hospital. The good news, my legs don't feel like boat anchors anymore, I can move! The bad news, I saw my face in the mirror and started crying, I looked like a whole other person. My face was swollen, bloctchy, and flushed. I would never willingly go out looking like that. Once my infusion was over I did all I could to get home quickly.
Feeling Sick
Getting Blood