When we received the referral for H&Y, we knew that Y had tested positive for Hepatitis C. That's the chronic one that causes liver damage. The Dr. in the States that we consulted said he considered this a "high-risk" adoption. We prayed about it and decided to go for it anyway, and face the consequences of a possibly chronically ill child. (You can treat the symptoms of Hep C, but the virus itself never goes away.)
We hadn't told too many people this... mainly family and a few friends whose children ours played with... to reassure that it's not something you can just "catch." It's blood-borne, so if you're not sharing needles or bleeding open wound to open wound, it's pretty hard to get.
All the tests from the University of Illinois show that Yordanos DOES NOT HAVE HEP C!!!! She shows NO antibodies to it (that's one of the main tests), and the virus count is ZERO. The Nurse Practitioner was surprised and pleased... and we were thrilled. And yet, I wasn't surprised. All along I felt very calm about the whole thing and that God would take care of us either way. In my gut, I felt that she did not have it.
We'll have her tested again in 6 months just to be sure, but we're calling this a miracle, and we're pleased to share our great news with you!
Both kids tested well in everything (blood-wise, that is). We'll get the stool sample results later. I knew you'd want to know that the poop was safely delivered. And the kids learned a great new fun-to-say word. Poop!
This trip in to the hospital went much better. They both hugged Linda and Judy, our awesome care-givers. And a big shout out to Lolita, the kindest TB test giver EVER. H got a little squirrely and cried like a little girl for the TB test, which he couldn't even feel because of the awesome cream they put on the skin before hand. Y WATCHED the needle go in with her arm held out, and then made fun of H for crying.
Just got the statement from the hospital... let's just say that our insurance had better cover all this. Yikes. From our 1st visit alone... $2,500... each. But then I was thinking about it... they're 9 and 6, so that's 15 years of Dr. visits we haven't had. I still want insurance to pay, though. They're on our policy as of their official adoption day: May 23.