We have a match!
Sorry, I couldn't think of a witty way into that announcement:).
Seriously though, holy shit. Months of waiting, countless sleepless nights and it all comes down to this. The call came this afternoon, while I was in the car with my dearest friend, M. She showed all the exuberance I was too tired to show by karate kicking her way around her house a few moments later. Love her. Thanks, M.
We have a match:).
Evidently I have a rather unique tissue type and there was only ONE person in the world that was my match. One. I can actually say that I am truly one in a billion. "Clinically Proven". Fucking cool.
The kicker? That person was 'unavailable'. HA! Just my friggin luck, right? These last several weeks of torture have been the result of this fact. Because that person was 'unavailable', I am now going to have a 9/10 match, or an Matched Unrelated Donor (MUD) 9/10 match. Not entirely ideal, but I'll take it- with enormous gratitude. This person, my 9/10, has sent in their blood and is currently going through the rigors of the re-testing process. Whoever you are, thank you. Thank you for giving me life. I am forever in your debt. May you have all the blessings in the world, you are a saint. (btw, have YOU joined the Be the Match registry? no? why the hell not?!).
On July 8th I will be returning to Houston one last time before the official move day to meet with Dr. deLima to discuss the chemo and transplant process, risks, effects, outcomes. Then, roughly 4 weeks later, to the day, I will receive my transplant. August 8th (ish) HOLY SHIT.
Let's fucking roll.