Preliminary Results

I still don’t have a final report on the biopsy yet, but I figured it’s about time I share the preliminary results.

Two weeks ago, we got a call from Doctor Adams. My Mom’s face lit up and her voice rose in pitch as she said, “It’s the hospital!”, a number I have seen on my caller ID all too much. We were desperate for answers. It felt like Doctor Adams words were carrying my future. But we all know my future doesn’t rest in Doctor Adams vocal cords, but in God’s hands. My heart sank as I saw the words “fibrosis” in my Mom’s loose handwriting.  Thoughts were racing through my head, they consisted of silly things like “If I have to do this over, I want a pain pump on Day number one”. They were tragic in the sense of  “How could God let this happen to me, not once, but twice?”. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as my Mom hung the phone up. By now my Dad was standing next to us in the kitchen, and fear spread across his face as he saw mine was tear stained. We came to find out that I misread my mom’s notes. Doctor Adams report was that my marrow looked improved. Not normal by any means, but improved from the last two biopsies. My marrow is still scarred from the past and existing fibrosis.

Two days later the phone rang ; it was Doctor Adams again. She had one test back. It’s a test that determines the sex of your cells. Not to be confused with the Chimerism, which is a more detailed look into the make up of cells. She called knowing how we were on pins and needles to hear the results. I don’t have a single female cell. They are all Ryan. It leads them to believe Myelodysplastic Syndrome is NOT coming back. So, by blood, I am a boy! I never imagined I would write that sentence and be okay with it, but I am thrilled. Like I mentioned earlier, we don’t have the final results, but in the meantime we will enjoy this new found hope. And that called for a celebration, which I can’t wait to tell you all about!