Crap. 146.6. It’s gone up since mid March when it was 8.9.
So, not making it to even Silver (1 year) without a recurrence. Dang.
At least it’s not at 3,500 like it was when I was first diagnosed.
I’ll tell ya, though, kind of feel like I’ve been punched in the stomach. Breathless feeling. PTSD. Ugh.
At least I have all these fabulous practitioners on board. Dr. West was already catching wind of something being up in these last labs: my inflammation markers were up.
I feel fine currently, but my belly has been seeming to appear a little more full.
More info as I get it.