The transplant has failed. Ezra has only 1% donor cells left. There is nothing left to do except start the dismal process of talking to the doctors about how just how bad are our bad options. It took us nearly 3 years and countless consultations with doctors across the world to decide to move forward with a less than ideal transplant and now we are back to square one, but with worse options and with the scars of the transplant process fresh on his skin and fresh in our minds and hearts. It may be that the right decision is to not do anything. To let him be. To let him live. And to hope that someday soon that long sought after match appears.
We take comfort in the fact that Ezra is happy and doing well. He has been spending time recently jamming with his beloved music teacher Sean from Music for Aardvarks (a song about pooping on the potty is the new favorite). And we've been taking advantage of his recently granted permission to go to the park when not crowded. We're the crazy ones playing in the freezing cold -- but that also means the park is empty, so perfect playing conditions for us. Ezra has been passing the time at clinic hanging out with his pals Bert and Ernie. Bert "helps" de-access Ezra's port, but Ernie isn't allowed to help because Ezra says he's too much of a troublemaker to be trusted.
We will continue to update this blog with Ezra's progress. Thank you all for your support during these past 7 months, and thank you to those of you who continue to reach out in different ways to bring a smile to Ezra's face. Happy holidays and happy new year.
