Well, today was d-day for my bone marrow biopsy. (Which btw, if you have not had one, see if your doctor needs you to donate any bone marrow, because life is not complete until you feel them slurping bone marrow out of your pelvis with a huge sirenge.. It's kinda like a fat kid sucking every bit of ice cream shake out of a mc Donald's togo cup, that thick viscous slurping sound, that you feel in your bones, rather than hear, because "we can't deaden the pain you may experience in your bones."
Any way. The review was put off for three weeks, because they could not find cancer or lukiema. So they thought it was genetic. (Polycythemia versa) would have been the diagnosis. So they look at my chromosomes, But everything is clear. So The doctor said, ''your numbers would normally indicate something wrong, but in rare cases some people simply do not fit the norms we are use to seeing. All we can do is check you for everything bad, and then tell you that everything is ok.'
He also said this doesn't mean that something can't go wrong in the future, but for now we can find anything wrong with you, other than your numbers (white/red blood cell count is a lot higher than most people.) so I am to be checked every 6 to 9 months forever. (Which is better than what I was looking at)
Then my wife asked about this possibly causing me to diagnosised with AIDS in the mid nineties, and he said: AIDS stands for auto immune deficiency syndrome. AIDS is a term used to describe an immune system deficiency. When generally speaking of this deficiency is caused by the HIV virus, but this is not always the case. He said he can not be sure because he does not have my medical records, but I could have been diagnosis with AIDS accuratly, never having contracted the HIV virus if what is going on with me is cyclical. Meaning my blood numbers go up and down.
So for what it's worth I (after 10 1/2 months of being told to prepare for the worst by my primary care doctor and urologist) have been given a clean bill of health by the UF cancer center.. Well outside of my burst apendix and supposed enlarged prostate (which is also a symptomatic)
Which means I get to stick around a while longer, to try and take as many of you a-holes with me (kicking and screaming) beyond the pearly gates when we do get called home.
Any way. The review was put off for three weeks, because they could not find cancer or lukiema. So they thought it was genetic. (Polycythemia versa) would have been the diagnosis. So they look at my chromosomes, But everything is clear. So The doctor said, ''your numbers would normally indicate something wrong, but in rare cases some people simply do not fit the norms we are use to seeing. All we can do is check you for everything bad, and then tell you that everything is ok.'
He also said this doesn't mean that something can't go wrong in the future, but for now we can find anything wrong with you, other than your numbers (white/red blood cell count is a lot higher than most people.) so I am to be checked every 6 to 9 months forever. (Which is better than what I was looking at)
Then my wife asked about this possibly causing me to diagnosised with AIDS in the mid nineties, and he said: AIDS stands for auto immune deficiency syndrome. AIDS is a term used to describe an immune system deficiency. When generally speaking of this deficiency is caused by the HIV virus, but this is not always the case. He said he can not be sure because he does not have my medical records, but I could have been diagnosis with AIDS accuratly, never having contracted the HIV virus if what is going on with me is cyclical. Meaning my blood numbers go up and down.
So for what it's worth I (after 10 1/2 months of being told to prepare for the worst by my primary care doctor and urologist) have been given a clean bill of health by the UF cancer center.. Well outside of my burst apendix and supposed enlarged prostate (which is also a symptomatic)
Which means I get to stick around a while longer, to try and take as many of you a-holes with me (kicking and screaming) beyond the pearly gates when we do get called home.
