Tomorrow is the day. Just over four months ago, with my blood work coming back funkier than Sly and the Family Stone, I had a bone marrow biopsy. For the uninitiated, this is when a doctor takes a thick needle and jams it into your pelvic bone to collect some marrow within. Imagine what it feels like to be the cork on a wine bottle. Now imagine that the cork is solid bone underneath your skin.
Bone marrow is supposed to look kind of like swiss cheese. The problem, as my doctor likes to say, was that my bone marrow was “all holes”. In the past two months, my blood counts have all increased thanks to a combination therapy of drugs and antibodies, so now it’s time to see exactly what’s going on by uncorking my pelvic bone again. We have every expectation that this time my bone marrow will be cheesier and less Swiss. After all, the bone marrow produces the blood cells, and where there’s smoke, there’s fire.
Bone marrow is supposed to look kind of like swiss cheese, but my bone marrow was all holes. We have every expectation that this time my bone marrow will be cheesier and less Swiss.
Tomorrow’s results (which won’t be known until next week) have a lot of weight. If my bone marrow looks good, I probably won’t have to go for a transplant. While that would not mean I’ve been cured, it would be a great outcome. On the other hand, if my bone marrow is not looking good, I’ll probably have to go for a transplant. That’s not my preferred option, but considering that I’m in much better health than I was just two months ago and that my doctors have multiple perfect donor matches to choose from, I’m confident that everything will work out.
Will our dashing hero be hospitalized again or will he triumph over his greatest enemy? Tune in next week to find out.