For all the choosing the right center, qualifying for treatment, getting here, logistics, science, research, careers, white coats, blood draws, conditioning, for all that has led to this time of here and now, it comes down to Lynette's donor cells en grafting and making me home. We are waiting on a miracle. I don't know if sharing a room together while growing up and sleeping in two matching Ethan Allen beds and matching spreads has anything to do with this. At night, we used to make hand shadows on the wall with a flashlight spot.
When will we know? One day, the blood draw report will come back with a little bleep. A tiny rise in counts. The timeline is different for each person.
Miracle, we are in progress.
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