Everytime we have bad news, we all freak out for a day or two and then settle down a little bit. I got to visit Dad for a long time today and he sounds good. He is trying to eat, even if he can't keep much down, and he's trying to move around more.
A doctor came by this morning to see my parents and relayed preliminary results on Dad's biopsies. It looks like Dad's lower GI is fine. They said he has a viral infection in his upper GI, but that they don't think what they are seeing is the Graft vs. Host (GVHD) Disease. This is great news although Dad was hesistant to embrace it. Dad asked about his blast number and the doctor said strangely enough, it was at 17 and then yesterday's results were at a 1. No explanation for that. The fact that there are blasts is not good, but having both GVHD and blasts, is worse.
The doctors are all reluctant to relay too much because there are some tests still out, but I'm hopeful that the remaining results will only be in our favor. This entire episode really reinforces the whole idea that doctors are only practicing medicine. Everyone said it was GVHD and now it's not! Dad even said, if it's not GVHD about 100 doctors here are wrong. Makes you wonder. It is a teaching hospital - hopefully they are learning something here.
Please feel free to visit and call next week. I think we are all coming through the shock of this upset one day at a time. It's like a roller coaster. Up and down. Up and down. When you get to the loop di loop, it just throws you for a minute, and then back to the up and down.
As always, prayers, thoughts, wishes on lonely stars in the sky - all are welcome. Thanks for checking on us!
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