Riker is 5 months old today. Another "birthday" for her in the hospital. Another milestone met. 5 weeks ago, I wouldn't have thought it possible. Happy birthday, Riker.
Today has been another tough day for me, emotionally. Yesterday, when I spoke with Riker's oncologist, we talked about what transplant and the coming months would look like for our family. It's going to be a very long, very difficult road. Riker will have virtually no immune system for months. What's more, we have to keep her immune system suppressed so that it doesn't try to fight off the transplanted cells.
One of the concerns of the doctors is our current house. An old home has mold spores which are blown throughout the entire house when you have forced hot air. Our basement is wet... our windows have condensation... we have mold. The amount we have would not be a problem for a healthy person. But for Riker, it could be fatal. The oncologist did not indicate that we should move, however, when asked, his words were, "You will never regret any decision you make to help your daughter live. If your daughter does not live, you'll question everything that you didn't do."
How can we not try? Buying a house is stressful under the best of situations. I just don't know how much more I can take. I'm wearing out emotionally, physically...
This will take more research... We're not even sure that it's a valid option. For now, I need to rest on it.