We met with Henry's oncologist today to go over those results. Dr. A told Tim yesterday when he talked to her that there wasn't anything earth-shattering. The autopsy told us most of what we already knew. Henry's leukemia had infiltrated his organs and had caused damage, thought this damage was not necessarily permanent. His organs were enlarged, which we also knew due to the amount of fluid on his body. When Henry died, there was no leukemia in his body-not even in his bone marrow. The chemo was doing its job. The last straw for Henry was his lungs. Henry was rhino/enterovirus positive, and had bronciolitis. This weakened his lungs, and when he was on ECMO there was bleeding in his lungs. This is what he ended up unable to recover from.
This is all such medical mumbo-jumbo. Here's my mother-interpretation. Henry got sick, very sick. But he was such a tough cookie that we didn't know how sick he was until he was really really sick. Even then, he fought his heart out. He took everything we threw at him and kept fighting. He kept that up until his poor little body just couldn't fight anymore. And then he left this world and is now in a place with no more needles, beeping machines, medicines to regulate his body. He's free to run and play with no coughing or sniffling or pain. And although I'd give anything to have him here with us, I am so incredibly thankful that he is no longer suffering, no longer in pain.
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