I’m ecstatic to report that my bone marrow transplant has taken hold and is hard at work making leukemia-free cells.
As I have explained in previous posts, a bone marrow transplant works thusly: a donor is found based upon his/her genetic matches with the cancer victim. The donors’ bone marrow is then extracted from the donor and transfused in the host (that’s me). This is where it gets good. The hosts’ marrow wages a fierce battle with the donors marrow to see which shall rule the roost. This battle can result in a delay of the transplants’ benefits but, more importantly, can result in Graft Vs Host Disease, which can cause some serious complications.†
The good news in my case is that my pacifist bone marrow welcomed the donor in with open arms. I not only avoided a fight but I threw up the white flag at the first sight of the enemy.†
This capitulation which was in my genes dated back to the fourteenth century when Sir Sven Syverud greeted the Mongol hordes at the gate to his castle with lingonberry cookies. Now, as in 1397, the donors cells are busy shooting out baby cells from my bedroom.†
This is good news. Leukemia-free babies are here to re-populate my kingdom! Long live Sir Sven Syverud!†
And long live me!†