Our Cancer Journey, Part Four: Finding a Match by the Matchless Grace of God

(You can read Part Three here.)

Finally, after 2 weeks, the results were in and our younger son was a match! Oh, how we praised the Lord that day! While both boys were a genetic half match, there were a few details of the genes that made our 2nd-born the better donor. He was eager to jump in, and began having tests to make sure he was healthy enough to donate. We will forever praise the Lord for our son's sweet spirit and willingness to jump through all the hoops the doctors asked him to. He also suffered some pain, as the drugs he had to take to increase the number of stem cells he produced gave him all-over bone pain for the weeks he was treated. We are so grateful to God for giving us this son, who literally saved his father's life! I'm certain our older son would have been equally happy and eager to help. We are truly blessed parents.

Preparing for Transplant

Once we had the donor, the doctors sent us all over town to various clinics for testing to make sure John was healthy enough for the treatments leading up to the transplant:  First, he would need more and stronger chemotherapy to blast away all of his native bone marrow and the cells therein. The purpose was to make sure there were no cells in his body that would fight against the donor cells for possession of his bone marrow. In addition to chemotherapy, John had total body irradiation the day before the transplant. 

Radiation day was particularly difficult, as the machine they would be using went out of commission just before his appointment. Apparently there was some small screw missing, and we had yet another opportunity to think on and pray for the tiniest details of this very precarious process. John had already had his 5 days of chemo, and today was radiation. Tomorrow was the transplant, and the timing had to be exactly that. This radiation had to happen today! We waited over six hours before they finally got it running, and John had his radiation. I think that was possibly the most exhausting day of the entire journey.

To the Brink of Death
So, through chemo and radiation, they would basically have to bring him as close to death as possible, before bringing him back with the new cells; and I will tell you that looking at him, it was clear they had succeeded! He had lost a lot of weight, every hair he'd ever had, and most of his energy. Yet, my husband still seemed strong to me. He remained positive, trusting the process, as they say, but also trusting the Lord who was reigning over it. On transplant day, we all went to the hospital: Our son to one floor, to donate the stem cells, and John and I to the transplant unit to check in for what could possibly be another month-long (or more) stay.

Once I got John settled in, I went down to visit with our sweet donor, who was comfortably ensconced with blankets, pillows, and of course his headphones. (He is never without his headphones. The kid lives for music!) As complex and high-biotech as stem cell harvesting sounds, the actual process looks quite simple: The blood goes out of the donor's vein through a port, runs through a machine (it looks a lot like a dialysis machine), the stem cells are deposited into a bag, and the rest of the blood goes right back into the donor. That's it! As I sat and watched the bag slowly fill up, I was reminded again of the tiny details that were monumentally important here. This little bag had to be transported up 2 flights and brought to my husband's bedside. I'm sure you can imagine all the things that went through my mind that could go wrong here!

And Now we Wait
The process, by God's grace, was extremely smooth, and John received the cells through his own port just moments after the bag was disconnected from the machine downstairs. In a slightly anticlimactic 15 minutes, the bag was hung on the IV pole, the tube was connected, and in the cells went, off to do what they do best--become white cells, red cells, and all the other kinds of blood cells that a stem cell is capable of becoming! It is a miraculous, incredible, unfathomable miracle of God that this could even happen. Yet, here we were, watching it. All I could do was praise God and pray that it worked! Now the real waiting would begin. Would the cells do as predicted, becoming new blood cells untainted by leukemia? Would they multiply and increase, strengthening and bringing new life to his body? How would the battle between the old cells (what was left of them) and the new ones play out? Only time would tell. Now, as we waited, we would have the most profound opportunity of our lives to trust the God Of All Life.