Well, the surgeon was appalled when she saw my breast, and blames a good deal of the problem on the woman who did the "procedure." All that was needed was a needle check to see if there was an infection. Now, the skin is infected. Anyway, the surgeon has now prescribed two antibiotics, since the other one did nothing, and wants to see me in a week. (I first typed "see her." I have been thinking of myself in the third person today. Too much being around medical people, I think.) She says no chemo tomorrow. Of course, the chemo world has to agree, and there was no one there high enough to say for sure, but the oncology nurse I spoke to couldn't imagine getting Taxol when I already have an infection, so I think the whole procedure is now delayed a week. Part of me is disappointed, and another part is so exhausted that I know this is the best thing. I need some more time to heal before I go back in again. So, it seems there will be no last day celebration of the end of chemo tomorrow, and not even too raucous of a celebration of the week break, since antibiotics mean no alcohol. This is the strangest of journeys, and I am just grateful for a place to rest.
Though we still have power tonight, the candles are lit, just in case. The lights are flickering. It is one of those nights. Enjoy!!