Turning a corner ... only it's a wrong one

Well, last week I thought I was turning a corner ...  I did, but it was a wrong turn.  On Wednesday my termperature hit 100.5 ... a dangerous temperature for a chemo patient.  After calling my oncologist he said I was to go immediately to the emergency room in Cloquet.  I did not have time to drive down to the cities.  When all the results came back, my complete bloodcount which an average is 10, mine was 1.  I had no bloodcells to fight infections.  I was put in isolation where everyone who came in (including Tom) had to wear gloves, mask and gown.  I have never been so sick in my life.  I was diagnosed with an Urinary Tract Infection.  I was so ill, I could not keep my food down, so I was throwing up and I hurt everywhere in my body.  I evenually got morphine for the pain.   I stayed in the hospital from Wednesday to Sunday.  At that point I only wanted to come home because I wanted to come home, not because I felt better.  I haven't eaten anything for 10 days, except popsicles.  I did, however, today eat some yogurt.  Not some, but the whole cup.  It took me 2 sittings, but I did it.  I'm so scared because next Monday I'm suppose to have my second chemo treatment.  I honestly don't know if my body can handle it.  I'd sure like to feel a little better first before I start all over again.  Have a call in to the dr. right now.  We'll see what he says.  Please keep those prayers coming ... I sure could use them.