Matt has been given the news that he has a few weeks left. They've done everything they can. The cancer is progressing and the previous chemo and radiation didn't make the dent.
His breathing is labored, his white count is still high. (126000+ now) He has deteriorated more in the past few days than he has in months combined.
His vaunted agressive oncologist was going to get a second biopsy because the last one didn't get enough cells to tell what kind of cancer it is, or rather we do sorta know but we don't know what kind of chemo will treat it. But they aren't sure he'd make it thorugh the biopsy.
Even if he did, it would take two weeks to get the results. We don't have that kind of time.
YES, doctors can be wrong.
His vaunted agressive oncologist was going to get a second biopsy because the last one didn't get enough cells to tell what kind of cancer it is, or rather we do sorta know but we don't know what kind of chemo will treat it. But they aren't sure he'd make it thorugh the biopsy.
Even if he did, it would take two weeks to get the results. We don't have that kind of time.
YES, doctors can be wrong.
We're praying for a miracle. We are praying for time to do the things that Matt needs to do.
I'm exhausted.
I'm pissed.
I'm devastated.
Friends are en route. I love you all.
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