Today the doctors presented us with the new course of treatment.
"We aren't going to get four or five more chances to get this right. We have to get him to remission now."
Sam's body has had enough of the treatments they've used so far. No adverse side effects that they can see (like heart issues, the primary concern) but it is not worth the risk.
And so we need a new course. A new plan. A new way.
This won't cure our little boy.
This is a bridge. We need a bridge to get him to remission to get to transplant. Transplant is the curative treatment. This is just a bridge.
A long and very narrow bridge.
This bridge has a lot of names like clofarabine and vinorelbine and topotecan and thiotepa and dexamethasone. It's a consonant-and-vowel-heavy bridge. It has side effects. Many many side effects. Or none. Who knows....they don't. We don't. Only jumping in and doing it will tell us. They continue to be confident and positive and hopeful.
We can't NOT do it. So we move forward. We proceed. We sign the consent forms and ask questions and pray. A lot of that.
It all starts on Monday.