Sunday, June 15, 2008

The Match Game

It all started a month ago—on May 13, to be exact.

My mother and I had gone to the Maisonneuve-Rosemont hospital—where I would most likely get a transplant if I found a donor, and the place where quite a bit of research in bone marrow stem cell transplants takes place—to meet with a doctor to discuss some questions we had. Questions such as, what if I had to resort to a haplocompatible (half-matching) donor? And what if I couldn't get into remission?

We met first with one doctor, who we filled in on details about my experience so far. After a short wait, he reappeared with his colleague, and before he addressed our questions he went over some other details about my case, and almost incidentally mentioned that a potential donor had been found.

"Wait a minute," you're asking. "That far back? Why didn't you say anything?" The key is in that one word: potential. Finding a potential donor means everything has lined up in terms of HLA typing so far, but further tests need to be done to determine complete compatibility and suitability. (Just a brief explanation about compatibility: Only the first six HLA markers are recorded when someone registers to be a donor. The remaining four markers need to be verified as matches as well.)

I used to joke that so far as I'm concerned, all donors are potential until I actually have stem cells being pumped into my body. There's some truth to that, as there are any number of reasons the donor wouldn't have panned out. It could have turned out they didn't match all ten markers. Further testing could have revealed that they had some disease they didn't admit to or didn't know about. Or they simply could have changed their mind about donating. This is why we didn't want people to stop the search—because nothing was guaranteed.

On June 4, we got better news. The person turned out to be a perfect match. Tamu wrote a press release, and within hours we were deluged by congratulatory phone calls and e-mail.

In a perfect world, the next few steps would be easy: I'd get into remission and undergo the transplant. Unfortunately, we don't live in a perfect world, as I've been having trouble getting into remission in the first place. Starting next week, I'll be undergoing a fourth chemotherapy regimen, one that targets the leukemic cells in a different way than the previous three treatments. (A nice side benefit: I can do these treatments as an outpatient, so no lengthy hospital stays just yet.) If I'm lucky, this new method of attack will put me in remission and we'll start the transplant procedure—assuming, of course, the donor doesn't back out.

But what if I'm unlucky? This isn't an idle question, but a distinct possibility. The monosomy 7 that necessitates the transplant makes it harder for me to get and/or stay in remission. So this is where things get interesting. If I'm not in remission, then a transplant becomes a far riskier procedure; the stats I've heard so far put the success rate at 1 in 4, tops. Moreover, the folks at Maisonneuve-Rosemont don't do transplants on patients who aren't in remission, which would mean I'd have to travel out of province for treatment.

Finding a donor is great, but the adventure's not over yet. Not by a long shot.

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