This month my dad and I got in the car to drive to Boston's, Dana-Farber for my six month check-up. After an extra long wait in the waiting room my name was called. My doctor looked at me and said, "How far out are you?" That is when he looks at the blood work and can see what is "normal" for me. He told me I was doing great and gave me an exam. He is the one with the greatest knowledge as to what to expect post stem cell. This is his specialty, he is the man, he is the best, and I trust him with my life.
However, when my local hemotologist reads my blood work there is a whole different reaction. He notices high lymphocites and six red flags for abnormally low blood counts. He wants to keep me on a short leash and tells me to come back in three weeks. It is easy to see he has been burned so many times by a patient relapsing. On the last visit he let it slip out that I was about 1 in 1,000 people who has survived.
I see where they are both coming from, even though its like night and day, I put myself somewhere right in between and I am happy there.
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