Today I had to call my doctor about this boil that had abscessed on the back of my neck. I had noticed it a few days ago, but things went from bad to worse over the weekend and by today it was terribly painful, swollen and RED. He recommended I go to the Emergency Room, since he didn’t think my primary care doctor would want to do anything about it, my being on chemo therapy and all. So I was admitted and promptly taken to a back room with a private bed, isolating me from all the sick, coughing patients flooding the E.R. waiting area. The nurse practitioner who saw me had been through chemo therapy herself 4 years ago. She fully understood the risks of lancing the abscess while my ability to fight infection is low right now. She shared her story, I shared mine. It was nice to have someone there who understood.
They drew my blood to check my white blood cell count and had me wait. An hour and a half nap did me well! I walked in there so weak. They told me that my cell counts were too low to lance it, and they sent me home with oral anti-biotics and topical anti-biotic, and I will see my oncologist in the morning. My temperature was 99.6 F* while I was there, which is something to watch closely while on chemo. Not alarming under normal circumstances, but a sign that I am fighting infection. Ibufrofen seems to help the pain. 4 hours for all of THAT!
Tomorrow I go for my weekly Herceptin infusion and hopefully my oncologist will be able to address the abscess and get it to drain. Three other small boils seem to be forming around it. I can’t imagine if they go full blown into infections!
Today was the first time I went in public without a wig on – just a bandana. People stared everywhere I went through the hospital. I hated it. I wish I’d just had a big sign across my chest that said “YES! I have cancer! Now mind your own business.” If you can’t be in a hospital with cancer, where can you be? I have felt so crummy the last few days that my happy side is hiding! 😦