Day 84
This numbering of days has devolved from counting out the time of a crisis to numbering the many days now since the world, or at least our world, completely changed. Such is the long and the short of it, I suppose, but it does add a sense of perspective.
John's white blood count yesterday was .6 (or 600), still low, but finally past the point where he actually should be home. He goes back Sunday again and twice more during the week. Friday, we will meet with the doctors again to discuss the status of his donor matching and the rough timing for a transplant. I haven't heard from Sarah, the nurse who is handling the process, in two weeks now, but she said then that he could end up with a choice of three possible donors, which is about as fortunate as one gets, I think.
We are mulling over the merits of Emory for the transplant, but I think I will save all that for another day.
John's white blood count yesterday was .6 (or 600), still low, but finally past the point where he actually should be home. He goes back Sunday again and twice more during the week. Friday, we will meet with the doctors again to discuss the status of his donor matching and the rough timing for a transplant. I haven't heard from Sarah, the nurse who is handling the process, in two weeks now, but she said then that he could end up with a choice of three possible donors, which is about as fortunate as one gets, I think.
We are mulling over the merits of Emory for the transplant, but I think I will save all that for another day.
