After having a very beautiful ceremony with my daughter in Winnetka and spending some funny, funny times with both my older children (back-to-back Simpsons with B.), I am back in Dayton after pulling an all-nighter with my mother. We arrived around 3:15am in order to grab some sleep to be somewhat conscious for my appointment with Dr. Grimley from Cincy. I woke up in a pure sweat, under air conditioning, on the couch per usual. I nearly ripped my watch off my wrist in a panic that I may have slept all day. But it was only seven, so I sort of dunked my head beneath the shower head and washed my face with baby soap. I dragged my garbage cans around the tile saw erected, still, in my garage, gave my lawn mower a dirty look and sped out.
After all that, the doc didn’t even come til noon. I hear this blog is depressing.
Two males are a match for Ashton. Both males went for HLA typing to confirm the match. Neither male has agreed, yet, to be a donor. There are no results, yet, for the KIR match. (incompatibility match)
These matches would be compatible but there is a certain point where we would like the match to be incompatible. Long story with 8% battery and a hungry child.
Many myths were dispelled today. And we were also prepared for the best and the worst. It will not be such a nightmare in Cincy as we thought, provided we keep infection at bay. As Dr. Grimley put it: Dr. Dole has been wiping out 90% of his cells and Cincy will wipe out 100%. Do the math.
We have faith in Science.
But, that’s ok. We got some bittersweet news.