Friday, December 18, 2009

Welcome to hell!

For those who are joining this without the background story- here is the horrible, ugly, unbelievable last few weeks....

About a month ago Brandon started feeling sick. Headaches, stomach pains, tired, coughing. He had just started a new job (different hell) so the fatigue and headaches were easily explained. The other symptoms were - well - signs of the same cold Dana and I had. But Brandon's didn't go away. His headache and cough got worse and he started throwing up nightly. He would also wake up in the middle of the night soaking wet.

Oh no! He must have a really serious flu, possibly H1N1? But even that flu disappears eventually...

We went to Montreal last weekend, went to the Habs centennial celebration on Friday night ... and on Saturday Brandon was so sick he did not get out of bed. Some birthday celebration for me!!! Ok, H1N1 is serious, so we went to a clinic. A quick look in his throat, some antibiotics and "you should be fine in a few days".

This past Monday Brandon came home in the middle of the day, exhausted. At about 4pm he asked me for the thermometer. When it read 40 degrees we decided to go to the hospital.

One blood test later and our world fell out from under us....

"Your white blood cells, which should be between 4 and 11, are 182. Usually when we see numbers like this it is a sign of..."

She was not really going to say it, was she?

Brandon beat her to the punch "cancer?"


Not possible. This had to be a mistake, someone else's blood, an idiot technician.....millions of explanations.

But the next morning it was confirmed.


Quick rush to Princess Margaret hospital, 18 tubes of blood drained from my beautiful husband, and bone marrow extracted from his hip.

Welcome to hell....your trip is about to begin.

1 comment:

  1. As I read the words you so incredibly wrote I choke, my eyes fill with tears and my heart sinks. How can something so horrific happen? It's just not fair.

    As a mother and wife I can only imagine the horrendous thoughts that must be running through your head. However, as mothers and fathers we also learn to become fighters. I believe our children give us the strength we need to survive and be the best we can be. They are the ones that push us and make us see the light at the end of the tunnel. Even if that tunnel may be long and dark.

    Brandon will fight and win this battle for his family and give his little girl the fairly tale ending of "they lived happily ever after." because that's just what we do as parents.

    Our thoughts and prayers are with you and the entire family.

    All our Love,
    Ryan, Naomi, & Jordyn Gerstel

    I believe G-D only gives as things he knows we will be able to handle. But why should anyone have to handle something so incredibly difficult?