So I managed to weasel out of treatment on 5 October 2009. This was partly because I weighed in at 138 pounds, but mostly because I had a fever of 101 degrees.
Normally, the doctors and nurses tell you that you need to call in immediately if your temperature gets over 100.5. (The implication is that they will then send your butt to the hospital.)
Luckily for me, Dr. G (my oncologist) asked me if I wanted to go the hospital or just have my blood drawn at the treatment center and then go home. I picked "draw blood and go home". So the very nice nurses proceeded to draw my blood - lots of it. I ended up "giving" four bottles of blood that looked a lot like Tabasco bottles (especially when they were full).
Later that week they called to say all of the tests came back negative for infection and that the cancer in my liver may be what is causing my fever.
So, now I have yet another symptom/side-effect to deal with. Fun!
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