So, I figured I'd catch you all up:
Went to see my oncologist and he told us--verbatim--that he didn't k ow what to do. The masses are big enough to see on the PET, but too small to feel. However, they are already across my esophagus, so that means whatever it is, it's stage two. He referred me to a lymphoma specalist at the University of Miami Sylvester Cancer Center.
When Wifey called up to set up an appointment, the nurse who handles registration asked if I was a transplant patient. Wifey had no idea what she was talking about. Turns out that I am now a candidate for Stem Cell Transplantation.
Three years ago I was debating with my students the ethics and morality of stem cell research--now I'm a potential patient. Holy shit.
Anyway, in doing research it seems I'm in for a real war. I will have to undergo massive chemo, which will leave me almost at the brink of death, and then I will have to remain hospitalized in a sterile environment, possibly for 2-3 months, while they insert new (either donor or my own) stem cells and hope they don't attack my body. The possible complications involve either the stem cells attacking my body, or possible contraction of Liuekemia.
One of the good things is that when my daughter was born we stored her cord-blood, so there is a possibility that her stem cells, if they are a match, can be used on me. We shall see.
I will learn more on 2/17, and will fill you all in on what I find out.
Thanks for all the prayers, chanting, and well-wishes. I appreciate it more than you know.
Respect and regards,
Jason