Day 119
On Wednesday, with some persistence, I was able to get Emory's coordinator and confirm that she had (or at least right after the call) sent the detailed HLA typing to Seattle. The Seattle coordinator confirmed receipt and added that the typed donors were all three "perfect" matches at the same level of detail that they check there. She said the doctors would review the typing as well and then she could start the process, adding that she understood our urgency and, while the process take about 6 weeks to prepare the donor and recipient and complete the transplant, she would do all she could to speed things and would keep us informed.
It's Friday night here, so I tried to see if there was any news, but she is already gone for the day. It will be Monday then, before we hear more from them.
Debbie is doing the heroic act of flying to Seattle Sunday morning and returning on the red eye Monday night. We have two seemingly good choices for housing near the clinic. She is going to check them out, call John and me and lease one. Then she is going to get with the kind sould who has offered to loan/sell us a car. Early Monday she will select furniture from a rental company she persuaded to open early. If she has time, she is going to scope out one or more of the several offices that have been offered to us in law firms around town. (There are advantages to being married to an ABA leader who has a lot of past favors she can call in. Of course, being married to Debbie is a good thing in itself too.)
For now, it is more "hurry up and wait." The slowness of the process and lack of information seems to make John more pensive at times. It has to be much more frustrating and worrisome to him than to me.
It's Friday night here, so I tried to see if there was any news, but she is already gone for the day. It will be Monday then, before we hear more from them.
Debbie is doing the heroic act of flying to Seattle Sunday morning and returning on the red eye Monday night. We have two seemingly good choices for housing near the clinic. She is going to check them out, call John and me and lease one. Then she is going to get with the kind sould who has offered to loan/sell us a car. Early Monday she will select furniture from a rental company she persuaded to open early. If she has time, she is going to scope out one or more of the several offices that have been offered to us in law firms around town. (There are advantages to being married to an ABA leader who has a lot of past favors she can call in. Of course, being married to Debbie is a good thing in itself too.)
For now, it is more "hurry up and wait." The slowness of the process and lack of information seems to make John more pensive at times. It has to be much more frustrating and worrisome to him than to me.
