How quickly the time flies when you're having fun!
Tracy has been doing wonderfully even tho' last Fri. his counts remained at 2.2. Who knows? Maybe that's T's new normal.
Betsy just gave us an article from the front page of the NY Times about a young Dr. who contracted Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia and after the same 2+ years of treatment, was in remission for several years and then, relapsed. After several subsequent failed courses of treatment & trauma, was able to sequence his DNA ( very long provocative story how he finally came to that ) & find the errant chromosome AND TREAT IT SUCCESSFULLY with a drug that's used for an entirely different cancer!!!
There is hope! I intend to write the Dr. and plead for T to be included in the clinical trial.
Which brings us to the present. I rushed Tracy to the emergency room last night @ 3:00AM. He thought he was having a heart attack. He'd googled the symptoms as he paced the floor. When he finally woke me, I wanted to call 911 & he insisted on me, Parnelli or should I say Danica Patrick? rushing him to Dominican. You don't think twice. You grab whatever is beside the bed and throw some soft jeans & a tee on, grab glasses & go. They're paving Hiway 1 so I had to avoid the huge obstacles & stay the course all the while driving like a bat out of hell.
Emergency room crowded as it was, T was put into a room immediately to put him on monitors.
Tracy has had several blood tests, 2 CAT scans, EKG & a consult with several Drs. plus Bruno, his Stanford Hematologist, has consulted with the Drs. here. They ruled out the heart attack & thought at first it was an embolism in the lungs, but no...there's blood surrounding his spleen.. so, he's being admitted to monitor his spleen. How enlarged is it? Does it call for surgery? Tracy's pretty adamantly opposed to a splenectomy. Although Riley survived & thrived, Tracy's Dad didn't live to tell about his.
So while we awaited the word, I climbed into his gurney, to cuddle while we tried to catch a few zzzz's. Surprised the hell out of any visitors to our emergency room lair cause we made that skinny bed that forces T's long legs to hang off, comfort us both.
So another round of consultations while we figure out what's best for our gentle giant.
Please keep us both in your prayers.