Whoop whoop! Back again for cycle 9, fully expecting to go home again. But no, I seem to have stabilised my bloods, albeit at the bottom of what's acceptable (must be Mum's platelet soup, she should sell that to a pharma giant), so in goes cycle 9. The consultant's concerns are focused on the numbness now, which is pretty permanent in the surface of my hands and my fingertips, so she's still threatening to withdraw the Oxaliplatin in order to avoid it becoming actually permanent as opposed to long term but repairable.
But two more cycles to go! I can't believe we're so close to the end and just might, just might, be done by Easter. Here's hoping...
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