They want to do bloodwork on my siblings and daughter now.
“Don’t worry.” Those two words I heard at least three times from the nurse’s mouth. “Don’t worry. We’re just looking for genetic links.”
To be honest, it doesn’t particularly matter. The treatment options are the same, and I’m done having kids. Baby Imp is healthy as a horse thus far, but I won’t object to getting her tested. My siblings both have champion immune systems (my brother’s is in overdrive, as a matter of fact).
I just wish I had a definitive name to call this. I’ve been calling it CVID thus far, just to give it a name. We’ll see what it really turns out to be.
The nurse should be calling me sometime today. I’m gonna straight-up ask her.
In the meantime:
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