High five, or ^5, a thing I learned from @dollydoom, a few years ago. I guess it stuck, because half the time I reply to texts and tweets with “^5.” It makes good sense for today though, being that it’s day +5 for my son Jude. I was anxious to find out his white blood cell count, but I’m always anxious over something. We arrived at the hospital and realized we forgot the diaper bag, so I ran the 5 blocks back home and grabbed it.
Once I returned with the diaper bag, they had already taken blood for his labs, as well as various studies we are participating in with the hopes it could help uncover new things about this disease. The numbers come back after a few hours of sitting there and the nurse tells you them before the doctor comes in to talk about them again. His white blood cell count had tripled since Monday, and the doctor looked surprised to see it so high already. He said, “these numbers show definite signs of engraftment.”
“The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.” -J.D Salinger, The Catcher In The Rye