The first investigations and diagnosis
The next day we reported our early in the hospital on the hematology department. From then it started to be really clear what it's like 'patient' to live. Control over your life, so to speak, you lose everything and is dedicated to research, nurses and doctors. Thursday and Friday, they spent the whole day including a bone marrow aspiration / biopsy and several blood transfusions (so the gaps in my blood to be completed). Friday afternoon we were at the end of the afternoon by a doctor asked to walk to a private room. During this conversation I was told that the investigation had come forward that I actually had acute lymphocytic leukemia, and that my survival was approximately 50%. We could not believe it and hoping (against all odds) that one of my blood that someone else had changed and that I was just overtired. The doctor told me to go home on weekends, when Sunday night at 20:00 I would report back on the ward. Desperate, disillusioned but combative we left home. Far as it went, we tried the weekend somewhat fun.
