Without treatment, they said my mom would live two weeks. They gave us grim hope because of her particular diagnosis (aml) with a tough cell mutation (flt 3). We kept hearing this is a tough form of leukemia. Heck, I thought all were. But this one specifically. Over and over, I guess they wanted us ready in case it didn't work. Leave that with the doctors. They have their statistics and probabilities. We have God! Miracles do happen! I'm staring at one right now.
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