Your records have been circulating among specialists.
But he was already opening Hailey’s file.
“What matters right now is that this team responded.”
“R-responded how?”
“They’re conducting an early clinical study involving a new approach for patients with your specific disease profile. Your records were reviewed preliminarily.”
I grabbed the arm of my chair. “What are you saying?”
He was already opening Hailey’s file.
“I’m saying Hailey may meet their eligibility criteria.”
“May?”
“There are still tests. There are no guarantees.”
Hailey asked, “Would it cure me?”
“No one can promise that.”
They’re conducting an early clinical study.
“Then what can it do?”
“The researchers believe it may slow or potentially stop the progression. At this stage, that would be significant.”
I felt something dangerous rise inside me.
Hope.
I had learned to fear it almost as much as bad news.
And I still hadn’t heard the part that would leave me with more questions than answers.
There are no guarantees.
“When would we have to go?”
“As soon as possible.”
“To Germany?”
“Yes.”
My stomach sank. “And how exactly am I supposed to afford Germany?”
Hope.
Dr. Carter didn’t answer immediately.
“You won’t have to.”
