I got the call this morning at 9:01. They found a donor for my allogeneic transplant. It's a 9 of 10. Apparently the single mismatch isn't absolute, so they're calling it a 9.5 of 10.
Half of me is ecstatic. The other half is back to being scared. What to do, what to do?
Ed's trying to be the Rock of Gibraltar, but I can tell his brain is spinning around too.
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This blog is written by and about a guy with an incurable form of cancer. My purpose here isn't to say "woe is me", but to give insight about my thoughts, perspectives, and experiences throughout this adventure. My name is Andre. My partner's name is Ed. I intend to publish on a pretty regular basis here, but Ed might occasionally pop in with his thoughts too.
4 comments:
I can't believe a guy with a literbike in his garage is seriously contemplating this question for more than .8 seconds.
Right now I could really use a winning Lotto ticket. Yes, down the road something directly attributable to that winning ticket may kill me.
What to do when you've been given something that thousands of other people are dreaming about ... Hmmmm.
YOU DO IT!
Cinch the helmet strap tight, and enjoy the ride, Andre.
B.J.
I think you wait and see what happens and address it when the time comes. It seems safe to assume that the donor isn't going away.
Your health appears to be improving every day and the cancer appears to be in remission based on what you've posted here.
It seems to me that you should wait and see. Although maybe this transplant has much higher success than what you've done this far and your should pursue it.
You've made good decisions all along, I'm sure you'll do what is best for your and Ed again.
Wow.
Swings, roundabouts, rollercoasters. Blimey guvnor!
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