This is happening.

an update TO THE update

The doctors and I agree she has been stable for long enough now on only PO pain medications, and is taking in enough to eat (fluids are questionable) to go home.  There will be no transfer today to Lurie's in Chicago.  We get to sleep in our own beds tonight.  And I am planning on having some girls over for wine and pedicures.

But first she will get a unit of blood; her Hgb is down to 8.4, and Lurie's threshold for transfusion is different than UW.  She has an appointment on Thursday at Lurie's and will have labs that day as well.

I have spoken to her new Nurse Practitioner in Chicago and I'm very comfortable so far.

Sadly we must say goodbye to Abigail's primary nurse, Jenny.

I am oddly looking forward to starting the next chapter, with our new team and our new rockstar nurses.

And of course, updates will follow.

Day 15; New Friends

There's a 16 year old girl here at UW who's mother I met the first day of our readmission.  She and Abigail have met and are doing that snap chat thing.  I can't say they are friends yet, but they are connecting and I think that's remarkable.  Though the two have different cancers, they have more in common than they have differences.

I'm sad we have to leave UW and go to Children's in Chicago this morning, and I hope she stays connected to this girl.  I hope she makes some other cancer-friends.  I hope I do.  

We have amazing, wonderful, friends already, but there's something about looking in the face of another mother who is numb from the reality of having a child with cancer, who has slept 10 days out of the last 14 on a vinyl "mattress," who is trying to juggle her personal life-mom life-work life, who is walking a tightrope everyday and trying not to lose balance.

Yesterday was a good day.

1. Abigail's abdominal pain is under control with oral pain medications.

2. Switching from ranitidine to pantoprazole has made all the difference in controlling her gastritis.  

3. She likes chocolate boost!

4. Her appetite is returning.

5. My favorite attending physician was on yesterday and after rounds he explained more fully the type of genetic mutation of her ALL.  He has such a way of reassuring, and it doesn't feel trite or cliche.  Also, I think he complimented my clinical skills and told me that I'm a good nurse practitioner.  The resident also told me that my intuition is good and that I need to alway listen to it.  

How are we doing?

We miss Ana.  We both miss our alone time.  Abigail misses her independence.  I miss working. Abigail is anxious about school and really wants to be able to go on the first day (next week).  I need my hair colored, my feet are begging for some attention, and personal grooming of any kind has fallen to the bottom of the list of priorities.  I don't know what it says about me that those things are on my mind.  Maybe it's a coping mechanism.  I miss taking my youngest daughter to Target and telling her "no we aren't getting that" every 5 minutes.  I miss watching my son play baseball in the back yard with the neighbor.  I miss the intimacy and closeness of my family.

But - we can't look back.  We can only look ahead.  Moving forward we will all find a new normal and adjust.