I saw my leukemia doctor a little while ago and she outlined a preliminary plan while test results are still pending. Let me reiterate: a lot of tests are still pending.
As it stands, it looks like this is a relapse. It's just presenting in a different way. A pathologist detected the t(4;11) translocation on my chromosomal test. This means that I will eventually have to have another transplant. We'll cross that road when we get to it.
Dr. Thomas wants to start chemotherapy tomorrow. I'll be doing a more intense version of Hyper-CVAD with the addition of one more carrying agent. I can't remember its name right now. I'm scheduled to get a new picc line put in my arm later today. This time around I was given the choice between a central line or a picc line. Not a hard decision.
I really appreciate all of the comments and the support. Don't count me out. I'll leave you with a funny anecdote my dad used to tell me about when I was a baby.
Years ago when we were living in Thailand and I was one or two I stopped breathing and started turning purple and blue. My terrified parents rushed me to the army base hospital . The staff doctor examined me and informed my dad that nothing was wrong with me. My dad was a blunt New Englander who wasn't afraid of confrontation. (Now you know where I get it from.) He insisted that the doctor check again. Begrudgingly, he did and returned with the same diagnosis. This time my dad cornered him and said, "Bullshit, check her again." The doctor checked me a third time and by now his hackles were up. He came out and confronted my dad, saying, "The only thing wrong with your kid is that she's an asshole. Now go home."
It turns out that I was holding my breath until I turned purple because I was throwing a tantrum. When I was out of sight of my parents and with the doctor, I breathed normally. Hehe.
Moral of the story is that I'm tenacious and as far as this cancer is concerned, it can kiss my purple bottom.
As it stands, it looks like this is a relapse. It's just presenting in a different way. A pathologist detected the t(4;11) translocation on my chromosomal test. This means that I will eventually have to have another transplant. We'll cross that road when we get to it.
Dr. Thomas wants to start chemotherapy tomorrow. I'll be doing a more intense version of Hyper-CVAD with the addition of one more carrying agent. I can't remember its name right now. I'm scheduled to get a new picc line put in my arm later today. This time around I was given the choice between a central line or a picc line. Not a hard decision.
I really appreciate all of the comments and the support. Don't count me out. I'll leave you with a funny anecdote my dad used to tell me about when I was a baby.
Years ago when we were living in Thailand and I was one or two I stopped breathing and started turning purple and blue. My terrified parents rushed me to the army base hospital . The staff doctor examined me and informed my dad that nothing was wrong with me. My dad was a blunt New Englander who wasn't afraid of confrontation. (Now you know where I get it from.) He insisted that the doctor check again. Begrudgingly, he did and returned with the same diagnosis. This time my dad cornered him and said, "Bullshit, check her again." The doctor checked me a third time and by now his hackles were up. He came out and confronted my dad, saying, "The only thing wrong with your kid is that she's an asshole. Now go home."
It turns out that I was holding my breath until I turned purple because I was throwing a tantrum. When I was out of sight of my parents and with the doctor, I breathed normally. Hehe.
Moral of the story is that I'm tenacious and as far as this cancer is concerned, it can kiss my purple bottom.