This week started out with Sam getting a package in the mail from the Green Bay Packers, and me getting my bridesmaid dress for a bff's upcoming wedding (these are two items of roughly equal excitement, respectively).
We worked hard at our jobs - Sam when he was feeling up to it and in between appointments, and me as much and as hard as I could knowing I'd need to be out for his appointments later in the week. We walked Birkie, went out to dinner and had one of the closest to "normal" weeks we've had since being down here. But then today the clinic took the wind out of our sails again. Sam's PA told him that his labs showed blasts in his peripheral blood today. She said "not to freak out" since it only shows 1%, it could be a fluke or machine error. But the thing is, it's impossible not to freak out. Because if there are blasts in his peripheral blood that means there is enough leukemia that has returned to his bone marrow that it's escaping into the "peripheries," e.g. where they draw blood from his PICC on his arm. Returning leukemia would make him ineligible for transplant, which is really his only hope for a cure right now. So, we'll re-test on Monday and "make a plan" early next week. But now instead of escaping to the mountains to breathe fresh air and see more of Washington's coast, we'll go through the motions of escaping to the mountains and breathing fresh air and seeing Washington's coast, but really we'll be thinking about Sam's potential leukemia again and what it means for the weeks ahead. I'll update you as soon as we know what's going on. Also, we are still going to make brunch. And not even blasts can take the joy of brunch away. Comments are closed.
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