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Are We Really Strangers?

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Since Ashtyn was diagnosed with cancer at the end of January, we have received many messages on the website and Facebook  Many times we have heard phrases such as, “I don’t know you.” “We have never met.” “I just came across your blog.” “You don’t remember me Ashtyn, but I knew you when you were young.” “Although I haven’t seen you in years Suzanne, I want you to know I am thinking and praying for you and your family.” “I can’t stop thinking about you and Ashtyn.”

“Ashtyn, we haven’t met, but I found your Facebook page by chance. I have read about you and your family, and shared your story with my family.” Angela

“Ashtyn, you don’t know me, but a few days ago I came upon your story. I read some of the entries, cried, read some more and cried more. Ever since then I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.” Stormy

“After seeing your daughter’s name I had to read her story. (I have an Ashtyn too.) Add us to the list of your growing army. Sending more love and prayers your way.” Brooke

“You don’t know me, but I love and care deeply for you and your family. God Bless you, angel girl.” Gigi

“Even though I haven’t met her and don’t anticipate that I ever will, I have felt such love and compassion and sincere prayer for her. It’s been a blessing for me. I have experienced deeper spiritual joy and awareness. Hang in there, Ashtyn! You are amazing!” Brenda

“I have been reading your story everyday for the past month. I think it is about time I wrote a comment. We have never met and I don’t think we ever will. But I’m praying for you! Get well soon Ashtyn!” J.J.

“So many of your brothers and sisters that you’ve not yet met on this earth are rooting for you.” Swann

“Ashtyn, though we are strangers, I want you to know how happy I am for you! You keep being YOU! You are strong. You can do this! Enjoy your time at home sweet girl.” Tara

But are we really strangers? No one in Ashtyn’s Army knows all the members, but I just don’t believe any of us are strangers. At least to me it doesn’t feel like we are. We all have similar feelings of love for this young girl. We all have been inspired and uplifted in some way. We all feel heavy in our hearts when she struggles and overjoyed in her triumphs. We all want the best for her. If you have read all the blog posts from the time Ashtyn was diagnosed with cancer, you know as much as I know. You don’t know any less than I do and are walking beside us every step of the way. Many people feel they know Ashtyn though they have never met her. We too feel a connection to you. When I receive a message from a “stranger” I don’t feel it is from a stranger at all. I feel it is from a friend who cares for and loves my daughter. How can I not love you back?

I have wondered on several occasions why Ashtyn has touched so many hearts. I don’t know for sure but one thing I do know, it’s not me. I can write a blog all day but no one will care unless their hearts are touched. I believe the Spirit is touching hearts because of Ashtyn’s spirit. She needs you and maybe you can benefit from her as well. It really is remarkable and such an amazing feeling to have a literal connection to hundreds of people. You are not strangers to me.

So you know what we should do? Once Ashtyn has triumphed over cancer and the war is over, we need to have a party. We need to gather together, meet face to face, and celebrate what Ashtyn has accomplished through the help and prayers of her Army. It will only be fitting to celebrate a war that has been won with the Army that got us there. We will gather as non-strangers and Ashtyn will be able to see with her own eyes the hundreds of people that rallied around her. She will be able to see those that lifted her up for months and gave her the strength and power to accomplish what she wouldn’t have been able to do alone. A victorious party is what we will look forward to.

Now for the update: Ashtyn and I continue to not be able to sleep at night and are exhausted during the day. It is unfortunate because we are not awake when everyone else is. I was tired during the day and hardly effective around my house. Ashtyn slept the entire time her siblings were at school, however she was awake the rest of the evening. Even though it would be ideal to be on the same day schedule as everyone else, Ashtyn and I do enjoy the peacefulness of the night. I am sure that is the reason we got into this predicament in the first place. The hospital is very quiet and peaceful at night. Ashtyn preferred sleeping through the chaos of the day and enjoyed the nights when she would not be bombarded by people. Tomorrow we have to wake up and go to the hospital for a bone marrow aspirate and biopsy at noon, so hopefully we will start our transition to being on a day schedule.

Ashtyn seems to have a lot of cravings for different kinds of food. She always craves pickles and salt and vinegar chips. Other cravings that are on the list include a grilled cheese and peanut butter sandwich with a pickle from Melty Way. She has asked for a Nutella crape cupcake from The Sweet Toothfairy. Before going back to the hospital she really wants to go to Olive Garden and Bonsai Japanese steak house, where they cook all the food in front of you. Tomorrow she is already looking forward to having a vegetarian subway sandwich with a bag of salt and vinegar chips. I am so grateful she has an appetite and cravings. She is too. Getting a lot of nutrition will help her during the next round of chemo.

FROM ASHTYN: “Today I was thinking about Disneyland and had a feeling I will be able to go. I thought about eating the big pickles and hard scooped ice cream you get on Main Street. I thought about going on rides like Space Mountain, Splash Mountain, Thunder Mountain, and Matterhorn. I pictured going to the Golden Horseshoe comedy show with the chili bread bowl. We will go to Cars Land and get another pickle that they sell at the entrance. I won’t be able to go on the Grizzly River Run because it would get my broviac line wet or Screamin because the seatbelt will hurt where the line is. That’s OK  I pictured walking early morning to Disneyland and going through the entrance. It would be so cool. I really need to have an absolute neutrophil count of 1000 to go to Disneyland. Yesterday I was still at zero. All I really want right now is to go before I return to the hospital. That is my main goal. Please pray that I will be able to get my white blood cells up. I really hope it will go up within a week and a half. I am worried because I think I will have to go back to the hospital in about 2 1/2 weeks.

How We Got Home

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Saturday we really expected Ashtyn to be able to go home.  She had met most of the discharge requirements.  She was awake and alert, walked well, ate and drank enough, didn’t have significant pain, her temperatures were normal, and overall she looked really good.  Thursday and Friday her white blood cell count (WBC) went up.  Though the increase was slight, it was still a sign that she was no longer declining.  In my mind, she was fully ready to go home.

At this point in Ashtyn’s recovery, the doctors were not worried about how many WBC’S Ashtyn had, they just wanted to see the counts trending up.  In order to go home Saturday, her blood work had to show some sign, any sign, that she was still improving.  Ashtyn knew how close she was to going home.  She was hopeful as was I.  To prepare, I packed up a lot of her things Friday night to be sent home.

Since I always stay up until around 4 am, I decided to not go to sleep until 5 am Saturday morning so I could see her lab results.  The results came back at 6 am.  My heart dropped when I saw the numbers.  Not only did they not go up, but the monocytes went from 3 back down to zero.  Bummer.  I went to sleep thinking about how Ashtyn was going to take the news. When she woke up I told her that she would not be able to go home that day.  She cried.  I laid by her and rubbed her back in silence.  I wanted her to be able to express her emotions and get it all out.  She cried for about 7 minutes and then was done.  Instead of sitting in sorrow, she ordered breakfast, ate Frosted Flakes and peaches, and watched The Cosby Show.  For lunch she texted her dad for him to bring her a bean and cheese burrito, crazy bread, gummy worms, a cherry Slurpie, and seasons 5 and 6 of The Cosby Show.

Jason arrived at the hospital an hour later with all she asked for.  Chandler had never before visited Ashtyn in her hospital room and came up with Jason.  Ashtyn’s cousin Hailey and Aunt Wendy came to visit as well.  After eating crazy bread we walked the halls and showed them around the unit.  The rest of the night Ashtyn spent with her dad watching The Cosby Show while I went to Chandler’s hockey game.  Throughout the entire day Ashtyn tried to stay upbeat.  Though there were a couple times during the night when she cried, I could tell she was trying not to dwell on it.  I received this text while I was at my house putting my other kids to bed: “So, I have a sudden craving for chili.  Should we get some tonight so I can have some for lunch tomorrow? Cause we can’t go to the store cause it will be Sunday.  Also, if I don’t go home tomorrow I will tell Grandma Hosenfeld to bring some salmon from the party they are going to have.  I just had an entire hot chocolate and so I have a lot of energy to watch Cosby with you when you get here!”

Sunday morning Ashtyn had blood taken again for labs and again I saw the results at 6 am.  Her WBC’s had not gone up or down.  The doctors had always informed me that she needed to have two days in a row of improvement in her labs to go home.  I laid back down in bed with Ashtyn and started formulating the fight I was going to present to the doctors later that morning.  “Why can’t she just recover at home and continue getting blood work done with a home health nurse?  She is just as safe in her home as she is in the hospital as far as infections are concerned.  I will keep her away from crowds, anyone sick, and use a lot of hand sanitizer at my house.  She has to come back Tuesday anyway for a bone marrow aspirate so can’t we just see how she does at home for two days?  She ate so much yesterday and is feeling good.”  I was fired up and ready to present my argument.  I was almost too fired up so I was glad it was only 6 am so I could sleep a couple of hours and mellow out a little bit before talking to the doctors. At 10 am two doctors woke me up.  “We saw the labs.  They weren’t really good but we think she can go home today and recover further there.”  Did I hear right?  “She can go home today?”  Yes was their reply.  I didn’t have to petition or plead Ashtyn’s case.  Sweet.  “Ashtyn, did you hear what the doctors said?”  Irritated she said, “Mom! I am sleeping! Don’t wake me up.”  Ashtyn had become good at using a coping mechanism of sleeping while doctors talk because she never wanted to know what they had to say.  In her perspective, it’s always scary stuff they talk about.  After the doctors left I asked the sleeping tween, “Do you want me to tell you the news now or later?”  Without opening her eyes and still irritated she said, “If I can’t go home today, tell me the news later.”  I replied, “You can go home today.”  She was suddenly awake, smiling, and in a good mood.

It took a few hours to pack up her things and get discharge orders.  Four hours later we walked out the door where her siblings were there to greet her.  She was relieved to go home.  The night seemed to be a calm and relaxing reunion.

At 9:30 p.m. all the kids were in bed for the night except Ashtyn.  She wasn’t sleepy, so what did she do?  She sat on the couch with a comfortable blanket, a Slurpie and treats, and watched The Cosby Show.  At 1 am she climbed into my bed.  She didn’t want to sleep in her own bed but rather with me.  I gave her several pills to swallow and an IV  antibiotic.  By 2 am she was asleep next to me.  Obviously it takes time to transition into hospital life and it takes time to adjust back to home life.  I’m up at 4 am again.  In a few hours I’ll be taking my kids to school.  Hopefully Ashtyn and I can get back on schedule.

As Ashtyn was falling asleep in my bed she said,  “I like that the hospital room was small.  You were always right there and we could spend more time together.  It’s different than a house that is big and you don’t have to be in the same room.”

Ashtyn: “Today I am grateful that I got to go home today.  I am grateful I went to my Grandma’s house.  I am grateful that I got to eat dinner with my mouth not sore.  I am grateful for movies.  I am grateful for a medical tech that was nice to me the whole time at the hospital.”

It is good to be home.  We are going to soak in the vacation of being home and enjoy every moment.  

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Getting Ready to Get Out of Here

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I knew the first week Ashtyn was diagnosed with cancer that it was going to be a long road.  I also knew that there would be bad days, good days, scary days, peaceful days, unpleasant days, enjoyable days, dark days, and fun days.  Today was a good, peaceful, enjoyable, and fun day.

Nothing spectacular happened… well actually it was spectacular to me.  For her noon breakfast Ashtyn ate 2 silver dollar pancakes, a few grapes, and half of a chocolate chip cookie.  For lunch she ate 1/4 of a Lone Star bean and cheese burrito, 2 pickles, and some juice.  For dinner she finished 3/4 of the bean and cheese burrito and drank some hot chocolate.  For her 2:30 am snack, she ate a pickle.  Now Ashtyn only has to have IV fluid nutrition running through her central line 12 hours a day instead of 24 hours.  That means 12 hours during the day she isn’t hooked up to an IV pole!  That’s so cool!

Ashtyn walked around the unit without an IV pole for the first time ever.  When walking, her endurance is improving.  A few days ago she could only handle walking for about 10 minutes.  Now she can walk for a bit longer.  The most difficult part about walking is leg pain.  For some reason her legs feel sore and the muscles are painful when she walks or moves.  Physical therapy worked on stretching exercises for her to use.  She has never allowed the integrated medical team to work with her.  Integrated medicine provides what I call “pleasant hospital extracurricular activities” such as massage, aromatherapy, and yoga.  Today she allowed an integrated medicine doctor to massage her legs when in the past she always said no.  She enjoyed it and will ask the doctor to use more pressure next time.  Ashtyn has also refused to have them do yoga with her.  Now that she is experiencing so much leg pain after being stuck in bed for so long, she is going to let yoga specialists come to her bed 3 times a week when she comes back for her second round of chemo.

This entire month has been a learning process on many different levels.  One level is learning what we will do differently during the next round of chemo.  We figured out that obviously Ashtyn needs to move and stretch her legs more during the month hospital stay.  I need to move and stretch her legs throughout the day when Ashtyn is unable.  Another thing we learned for next time is how we are going to decorate her hospital room differently.  When we come back we are going to decorate her room with beautiful nature pictures.  Maybe pictures of colorful flowers, serene greenery, and spectacular sceneries.  She also wants to hang a few pictures of Christ rather than Justin Bieber posters.  Ashtyn mentioned that during the next round of chemo she is going to be even more brave.  As long as her mouth isn’t sore, she’ll want to talk to her siblings on the phone more often.  She may even be settled enough to express gratitude more often for all the small acts of kindness that surround her.

Every morning the first thing I naturally ask the nurse is, “what was Ashtyn’s white blood cell and absolute neutrophil count this morning?”  Today her WBC count was up slightly with a ANC remaining at zero.  I’m not sure when Ashtyn will be able to go home but I am hopeful it will be within a few days.  Tonight I started packing up her room.  Six bags were filled and sent home.  As I was gathering her items, I was so touched by the support she received during this first round of chemo.  The gifts, cards, prayers, messages, and Facebook “likes” have brought so much strength.  I feel horrible because I can’t thank everyone individually.  I feel bad because I haven’t been able to write thank you notes for all the kind deeds that have been done.  Those who dropped off gifts and cards have not been thanked.  Personal gratitude has not been expressed for the 30 plus meals that have been dropped off to my house.   Are people wondering if their efforts have gone unnoticed?  Believe me, everything has been noticed and greatly appreciated.

Ashtyn was a lot of fun to be around today.  I wish each of you could spend time with her.  She is funny and has an amazing smile.  Today she wheeled and dealed that if she did ME the favor of taking a shower without much complaint, I would have to massage her legs. She joked around, talked a lot, and smiled.  But the stinker will not let me take a picture of her.  Right when the camera comes out, she won’t comply with a “happy” photo.  “Mom, I’ll take one when we get home.  I will even take one when I am in the car… or even in the wheelchair getting pushed out of here.”  No amount of bribing would get her to let me post a picture of her.  I threatened, “I’ll ground you.”  Confidently she said, “You can’t ground me! I can’t go anywhere.”  My reply, “I can ground you from The Cosby Show or from your Tum-E Yummies juice.”  It didn’t work.  Stinker.  But just to let you know, I am going to post happy pictures of Ashtyn the second I can manipulate her into letting me.  She is such a tween.

So here I am as happy as if I were in Disneyland.  I am hanging out with my daughter watching hours of The Cosby Show.  What parent gets to spend 24 hours a day, seven days a week with their 12 year old?  I feel very fortunate.  This weekend, like every week since being in the hospital, I am going to go home for a few hours and give Chandler, Morgan, and Ethan huge hugs, tons of kisses, and absorb every second I am with them.  I hope Ashtyn will be able to join me this time and that we’ll get to stay home for a little while.  

Progress

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Ashtyn’s white blood cell count and absolute neutrophil count have not changed or improved from the time she started chemotherapy 32 days ago.  That is what we have been praying for.  But guess what?  It’s OK.  Ashtyn is doing good.  Really good.

Today her face is perfect.  Both the swelling and the rash are completely gone.  Today she brushed her teeth and her mouth is free of sores.  Her throat is feeling so much better.  She ate a tamale and started taking all her medications in pill form rather than IV.  Her rash is looking like it is healing.  Her heart rate and oxygenation haven’t had to be monitored constantly in awhile.  She hasn’t needed oxygen in days.  I don’t remember the last time she threw up.

Not only is Ashtyn progressing physically, she is also progressing emotionally and socially.  When Ashtyn was first diagnosed with cancer she didn’t understand the ramifications it would have on her life.  She then got sick and was unable to process the reality of cancer.  Once she started recovering from being so sick, she had the ability to begin processing.  She was able to start coming to grips with the impact cancer was having on her life.  The reality of her new life was starting to set in.  She had to start accepting that everything had changed.  Her appearance, daily activities, physical abilities, interactions, and even where she sleeps.  In fact, her entire view of life had changed.  Ashtyn needed time to transition into her new life.  She needed alone time to grasp going from one life to another.  There were emotions and thoughts that she needed to figure out for herself.  She needed space to absorb all that had happened, all that was happening, and all that will continue to happen.  This process of acceptance and realization will be continual and changing.  However, she is now beginning to have the ability to include people more fully in her journey.

Today I saw the happy, funny, spunky, and social Ashtyn.  She spent time talking to her  aunt Wendy.  What Ashtyn got out of the conversation the most was, “I need to start letting people back into my life.”  In the past the thought of her siblings broke her heart because she missed them so much.  She never wanted to talk to them because it would make her miss them more.  For the first time since being in the hospital, she talked to Chandler (13), Morgan (10), and Ethan (6) on the phone.  She had a huge smile on her face.  “Ethan, when I get home I’ll play with you OK …..  Yes, you can lay in my bed with me.”

Ashtyn walked around the unit tonight and was more social than ever before.  Instead of acting like walking the halls was a chore, she found enjoyment.  When leaving the room she headed to the front desk to see her favorite tech.  She liked walking past nurses she had now come to recognize.  We looked out the window across the Salt Lake valley and enjoyed looking at the night view.  We could see the Salt Lake Temple in the distance and reminisced about the two times she was able to go.  Walking back to her room she looked ahead to the future without fear and dread and said, “when I come back I want my room to be in the same pod (hall) that it is now.  It’s the fun pod and it’s kind of more secluded.”  We talked about how we need to shop for new room decorations for when she comes back.

I recognized today that patience really is paying off.  Ashtyn’s body needed some more time to recover and get prepared for going home.  She received two units of blood today, her body is gaining more endurance as the days go on, and she is recovering.  However, even more importantly, Ashtyn is emotionally and socially preparing to go home.  She is gaining confidence to be able to walk out the hospital doors without shame and to hold her bald head high, being proud of what she has accomplished.  She is finding herself and the joy that socializing brings to her.  She has always been a people person, the more around her the merrier.  She is finding that to be true again.

Ashtyn:  “Today I am grateful for temples, tender mercies – little blessings throughout the day like being able to walk and drink, President Thomas S. Monson and his talks I get to listen to, Temple square-it’s beautiful and I want to go there when I get out of the hospital, and Tum-E Yummies juice.

Elder Orson F. Whitney wrote: “No pain that we suffer, no trial that we experience is wasted. It ministers to our education, to the development of such qualities as patience, faith, fortitude, and humility. … It is through sorrow and suffering, toil and tribulation, that we gain the education that we came here to acquire.

We have been in the hospital for 36 days.  This experience has been far from a waste of time.

From Ashtyn

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Beautiful AshtynI was Ashtyn’s scribe tonight as she shared some of her thoughts:

I don’t think Ethan and I, or Morgan and I, or Chandler and I, are going to fight much anymore.  We are closer now even though we aren’t together.  I feel it in my heart.  I can feel them with me.  I’m glad it’s me doing this instead of them.  It breaks my heart to think of them having to go through this.  I hope that none of my family members have to come here.  I don’t care if it’s an adult or kid, nobody deserves to be here.  It is the hardest thing ever.  I hate this place so bad.  It’s not fair.  If I saw family members here I would feel sad and it would break my heart.  I couldn’t stand it if Ethan had to go through this.  He wouldn’t be able to handle it.  I would hate to see Morgan have to go through it too.  She wouldn’t be able to handle it either.  Chandler would be able to handle it better than Morgan and Ethan, but wouldn’t handle it very well.  I am able to handle it because I know more about what leukemia is.  I know a little bit more of the routine here.  Before this, if you asked me if I could handle cancer, I would say “no.”  I couldn’t imagine it.  But now I know I am strong.  I know that I’m worthy of feeling the Spirit and feeling God.  He is the reason I can do this.  I think after I am done with this disease, things wont be so scary anymore.  Before this I couldn’t do shots. It would scare me to do doctor’s check ups.  But now shots are nothing compared to this.  A shot or a check up would be like the smallest thing compared to what I am going through here.

It’s scary here.  It is scary knowing you are in the hospital getting all this medicine and all the IV stuff.  It is scary having doctors concerned about you and talking about scary stuff.  They talk about a bunch of medicine.  They talk about the worst things that can happen.  The scale of things that can happen to me or my body is pretty big.  There are a lot of bad things that can happen.  I’m not talking death and stuff.  Bad things like infections that I can’t fight off, or fevers, or being here a long time.  The physical therapists tell me about what can happen if I don’t walk so it makes me want to walk everyday.  It scares me to walk because I might fall.  My muscles are so weak and aren’t working properly.  It’s hard to walk even a couple of steps to the bathroom.  I need to sit down a lot.  I can’t really move my legs very well.  When I walk in the halls with physical therapy I have to wear a mask that irritates my face that has a rash on it.  I don’t like when nurses and doctors talk about NG tubes.  It’s scary because if I don’t eat enough I will have to get one.  I really want my white blood cells to go up so I can eat and drink.  I really hope I get as big of an appetite as I can.

It’s hard to have the energy to play games.  Basically all day I watch TV, movies, and lay in bed.  I am trying to do all I can so I can take as little medicine as possible.  I don’t take pain medicine anymore for my mouth and throat.  I don’t like being hooked up to stuff.  After showers it feels good to not be hooked up to the IV pole with stuff going into me.  Laying in bed is not that comfortable.  I have to change sides a lot because it hurts my rash if I lay on one side for a long time.  The hardest part about being here is being away from family and knowing that I am in a hospital.  But what gets me through it the most is knowing that I will go home and that God will never leave my side.

It’s scary looking at myself in the mirror without hair on my shoulders.  Thinking about being outside and not having the wind blow my hair or having to pull my hair back kind of scares me.  Sometimes it makes me feel ashamed that I have to be here.  Shaving my head was one of the hardest things.  It made me feel awful.

Once there is hair on my head again, the disease is gone, and I don’t have to worry about cancer,  I will be a better person, sister, and friend.  If anyone goes through a hard trial, I sort of have more experience.  Whether someone is in the hospital or just having a bad day, I know most feelings now.  I know how it feels to suffer awful pain.  I know how it is to be mad about yourself.  I know how it is to be mad at God.  I know what it’s like to look in the mirror and turn away in shame.  I know what it feels like to be trapped, not able to go anywhere.  I know what it feels like to be weak.  I even know how it is to question if there is a God, if the church is true, and if the scriptures are true.  I remember being so sick and yelling at God for not helping me.  I’m kind of mad about being mad at Him because if He wasn’t here, and if I didn’t know about the gospel, I would… I just can’t imagine what it would be like.

I know there is a God and only one true God.  I love Him.  He comforts me everyday.  When I got chemo I couldn’t feel Him but I know He was and is there.  I am so grateful that I know the gospel is true.  I am grateful that I can be worthy to feel the Holy Ghost.  Now I have 100% more faith in Him.  I had a bad trial last year when my parents got divorced.  I thought that would be the worst possible thing that would happen in my life.  I thought I had so much faith and now compared to then, I have more faith than I have ever had.  I feel Him with me.  When I can’t feel Him, I hate it.  I just have to know that He is there, He loves me, and I will be OK if I have faith in Him.

How is this trial going to change me?  I think I will feel better about myself.  I’m going to be stronger.  I will be able to help people with trials and I will be able to give them advice.  I will be a better missionary.  I will have more faith and more love in my heart.  I will have a stronger testimony in the gospel and in Jesus.  I’m glad that someone knows exactly what I am going through.  Every pain and sorrow that I feel, Jesus Christ has felt it.  I am glad that I have someone to talk to because He understands everything.

What was I like before this trial?  I hated my hair.  I hated how it was thick and I had to straighten it everyday.  I should have been more grateful to even have hair.  Before this experience I felt like I was a wimp.  I couldn’t do sports very well.  I couldn’t get shots without freaking out.  I couldn’t stand the thought of needles.  I worried about the smallest things that really don’t matter anymore.  I didn’t have faith in myself.  I didn’t think I could do what everyone else did.  I thought I was bad at everything.  I thought I stunk at running.  I didn’t run the fastest, even though I wasn’t the worst.  I didn’t have faith when we were doing PE.  I didn’t think I could kick the ball far in kickball.  In my brain I would say “no” before I even tried anything.  I didn’t think I could talk to boys or new people.  I didn’t have much faith before tests and thought I would fail.  I thought I was ugly.  I thought I didn’t have cute clothes or cute shoes.  But now that I think about it, I had more confidence than I realized.  Looking back, I did talk to boys.  I remember conversations I had with them.  I remember talking to new people and even made a really good friend that was new this year.  I didn’t realize how many friends I had or how many people cared about me.  I always thought someone was making fun of me behind my back or talking about me.  I thought I was hated.  Now I realize I was worrying about stupid things that really don’t matter.  Once you are in the hospital and going through this, you realize what you had that you never recognized.  I think I never had confidence.  I never believed in myself the way I should have.  I didn’t think I could do anything right.  I didn’t have faith in myself.

After this I think I will have a completely different point of view in life.  I won’t care so much about how I look or how my hair will be.  I won’t try to impress people by being someone I’m not.  I will still care about friends and who I come in contact with.  I will have more faith in myself and know that I can do anything.  At school I will know that a lot of people care.  In PE I will probably be able to do anything that everyone else is doing.  I won’t say “no” before I try.  I won’t be so insecure.  If I do something wrong, it won’t be as big of a deal.  I will just know that I am beautiful.  I will know that I am strong.  I won’t doubt God again.  I will be able to trust Him more.  And I’ll probably not want as much junk food as I did before because now it all sounds gross. Ha Ha.

My mom told me today that when I was really sick (I can’t remember being so sick), I told her that my great grandma Holt, who passed away in November, visited me a couple times. In the post my mom wrote that I said “my great Grandma told me that everything is going to be okay.  She told me to have faith.  She told me to focus on today, hope for a better tomorrow, and know that God has my back.  She told me that I am strong.  She told me not to listen to what people are saying in my room because no one knows what my body can do like I do.”  Thinking that my great Grandma said those things gives me a little bit more determination to go home.  It is kind of like a boost to my spirit.  I believe angels are here guarding me and protecting me.  I can feel it.  I know dead family members have been with me.  They have protected me and helped me get through another day.  I know everyone’s fasts and prayers have helped me.  I probably sometimes don’t know how the prayers have helped me but I know somehow they have.

My rash hasn’t really improved yet but it hasn’t gotten worse.  I still can’t eat or drink much. My legs feel weak. My arms are itchy.  I know everyone prays for me and fasted for me Sunday.  I know the fast will help me soon.  I haven’t lost my faith by me not getting better right away.  I know eventually I will get better in God’s time.  Thank you for your support and for the fasting and prayers for me.  I know each person is helping me.  Each prayer has helped me be able to be stronger.

Faith

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I have always found myself looking ahead and planning for the future.  Change has never been a fear of mine.  When things don’t end up how they were envisioned, I adapt.  Naturally I look at Ashtyn’s health the same way.  I don’t know the future, though I can’t help but think about it.  It doesn’t matter what I think will happen, however I can’t help but look ahead.  What do I see for the future?  I’m preparing for Ashtyn to get a bone marrow aspirate in a few weeks that will show she didn’t go into remission with the first round of chemo.  She will then have another month of intense chemo for 10 days with 20 days hospital recovery.  We will then pray that she goes into near remission and then prepare for a bone marrow transplant in May.  I’m preparing myself for a very difficult summer with an extremely tough recovery from the bone marrow transplant.  However in August, Ashtyn and I will return home to further recover from the bone marrow transplant over nine months.  We will then enjoy a wonderful summer of 2014 and rejoice in her health.  We’ll see.

When I first heard that Ashtyn had cancer some thoughts came to my mind.  “Suzanne, this isn’t yours.  God is the orchestrator.  Hand it over to Him.”  Gladly.  I instantly handed over my daughter to God knowing He was completely aware of her and had a plan.  I was not in charge.  It was also clear that this was not about me.  I was simply a member of the orchestra with a part to play, just like everyone else.  I trusted God completely.  I had faith in His will.  I have since been surrounded by peace and comfort.

No, I am not hiding sorrow, despair, anger, or built up stress.  I have always been a “what you see is what you get” person.  When I get upset, you’ll know it.  Sure, at times I feel irritation, exhaustion, and worry about Ashtyn.  Other times I’m bummed that I won’t be able to sleep in my own bed for months or disappointed that I’m not as involved with my other kids as I’d like to be.   However, those feelings come and go quickly.  Most of the time I just feel peace.

As I observe Ashtyn, there seems to be a peace about her as well.  I can see in her countenance that she is being comforted.  She is not in bed suffering as you would think she would be.  Yes it is difficult, however she is tolerating everything with strength and calmness.  She doesn’t want anyone crying for her because she isn’t crying for herself.  She doesn’t want anyone to doubt because she doubts nothing.

Today I asked her brother Chandler (13) how he is feeling.  He said that he has felt “temperate” during this entire month.  He credits the Spirit for that feeling of comfort.  Morgan (10) has felt peace as well.  Her heart is comforted and is only concerned about Ashtyn.  I assured Morgan that Ashtyn truly isn’t suffering as much as one would think.

The word “faith” keeps coming to my mind.  Faith is the reason I am optimistic and at peace.  Faith is the reason Ashtyn has strength and comfort.  Faith is the reason why Chandler feels calm.  Faith is the reason Morgan is joyful.  Faith is why our burdens seem light and we do not fear.  Faith that we know God loves us, is aware, and has a plan.  Faith that God listens and answers prayers according to what is best for us.  Faith that God is merciful and would never allow us to suffer in vain.  Faith that Christ will lighten our burdens.  Faith in ourselves that with God we can do anything.

Faith that “All these things shall give thee experience and shall be for thy good.”   D&C  122:7

Faith that “All that we suffer and all that we endure, especially when we endure it patiently, builds up our character, purifies our hearts, expands our souls, and makes us more tender and charitable, more worthy to be called the children of God.” Orson F. Whitney

“Faith in God includes faith in His timing.”  Neal A. Maxwell

“Fear is the opposite of faith. Do not be afraid! I do not fear.” Boyd K. Packer

Faith just makes life easier and more joyful.

Ashtyn’s daily gratitude journal:  “I am grateful for cars, my house, TV, cell phone chargers, and that I live in a neighborhood close to a good children’s hospital.”

Ribbon Tying to Show Support

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Today I was woken up by a phone call from a reporter for Fox 13 News Utah.  From 11:45 am to 1 pm Canyonview Elementary School had plans to tie lime green ribbons around the school to show their support for Ashtyn.  The news channel was covering the story and the reporter wanted to interview me before heading to the school.  She hoped that Ashtyn would want to talk but I knew she wouldn’t feel up to it.  She came to Ashtyn’s room, asked me a few questions, and headed to the school.

Ashtyn’s dad was at the school and had this report. “The school staff, students, friends, and family gathered in green shirts to show their support and love for her.  It began with many friends and loved ones tying green ribbons around every tree and pole on the front of the school grounds.  As each grade finished their lunch all of the kids would come out and tie green ribbons on the fence spelling out Ashtyn’s name.  Many of the kids asked how Ashtyn was feeling and when she would be returning to school.  Some of them gave gifts to be delivered to her, many of them wanted to make sure Ashtyn knew how much they love and miss her, and two boys in her grade even took the time to write and sing a guitar duet they had written for her.  A beautiful banner was hung on the front of the school and the school marquee had a message of encouragement as well.  For those people who were there it was overwhelming to see all the love and support people have for Ashtyn and their strong desire for her to overcome this challenge.  But with every person who was there we know there are countless others who would have loved to be there if possible or who support Ashtyn in other ways.  It was an outward expression of love for her that was overwhelming.  For those of you who were there and for all those of you who were unable to attend we want to express our gratitude for everything you are doing to help Ashtyn recover.  It does not go unnoticed.”

Here are more messages from friends and family that I received:

“Happened to drive by Ashtyn’s school today.  Started crying.  So amazing.” Friend Maria

“I thought it was awesome!  The fence with her name in it looks amazing as does the front of the school.  I pointed it all out to my 9th grade daughter on our way home and she was very moved.  For me it was really special since my kids went there and it was such a coming together of various groups of special people in my life.  Parents like me who no longer have kids there, my fellow gym rats, and of course all of the kids! It is beautiful!” Friend Krista

“I took off part of the end of school so that I could make it.  It was worth it.  It was just really special.  She truly has an army behind her.  Her family, friends, and anyone who supports her are amazing.  You could tell that it wasn’t just that the kids got to climb and jump on the fences but that they really cared and want Ashtyn to get better so that she can come back home.  Every day I see kids walking home with big green A’s on their backpacks or ribbons.  There is also green ribbons on mailboxes everywhere.  It’s also great to see the way that she has inspired everyone.  The entire time I was there I overheard conversations talking about the strength your blog gives them, and how Ashtyn lifts the spirit of their children and their families.  I hope she knows how beautiful she is whether her head is shaved or not, it doesn’t make a difference.” Friend Amber

“Wish Ashtyn was feeling better.  She would have liked to have seen the kids at school cheering her on with chants of ‘let’s go Ashtyn!’” Family Jared

“It was really touching to see everyone come to support her. She has some really great classmates. Everyone was very eager to tie a ribbon for her.” Friend Jennifer

“I was so overwhelmed by the army for Ashtyn.  Our school is limed all the way.  There were so many people there.  It was overwhelming and so awesome. The kids were so awesome and excited.  The kids came in and loved the decorations. My heart is so full tonight for a beautiful young lady who is going through a tough battle. I love this amazing family so much.  There was so much love there for you and Ashtyn and your family.  How can someone not feel the compassion and embrace the spirit that is going on?  It makes you burst with the spirit and energy.  You and Ashtyn were there in spirit. I know Ashtyn feels my love.  I know you feel my love.” Staff Roberta

“I had a wonderful experience today. It was so uplifting to be with a group of people who were outwardly showing their support for a very brave young lady. I had an epiphany while I was there. Yesterday, I spent time whining that I had too much to do. Today, I gave gratitude for all my many blessings.”  Staff Shelley

“I was overjoyed by the turn out and support and donations of ribbons.  I loved seeing the kids and their love for Ashtyn.  It truly warmed my heart. I was excited to see friends and family and neighborhoods showing support.  So much talent.  Alone, trials are impossible but together as Ashtyn’s Army we can do hard things.” Family Kristi

“I think everyone felt good being able to be together and see and feel the unity of love and support that we all feel for Ashtyn, you and your family. It seemed to be very worthwhile for the kids. I could see that they care a lot about Ashtyn and it was a good way for them to show that they care.” Neighbor Julie

“I thought it was amazing how all those people came for Ashtyn, and how many caring hearts are out there.  I knew Ashtyn had an awesome army there for her, but honestly the ribbon tying blew my mind!  Ashtyn is an awesome girl and deserved every bit of what we did today.  Seeing all of those people there for her made me so happy for her.  Really it didn’t make you feel bad for her, it made you happy there were so many smiling faces while helping Ashtyn.” Classmate Nikki

“It was very inspirational and everyone was supporting her.” Classmate Nicole

“I thought it was really amazing and made me feel really happy that so many people are supporting her and in her army! It was so fun to go and tie the ribbons and see all those bright green shirts! I know Ashtyn will feel so glad that she has everyone in her school supporting her.  I really loved it!” Ashtyn’s friend Kaylee

“I thought it was heart warming to see what the parents put together for Ashtyn, and that so many students were happy to participate.  I was glad to see everyone putting so much effort into showing their support for Ashtyn.” Classmate Abigail

How was Ashtyn’s day?  Simply said, she doesn’t feel well.  She did tell me five reasons why.  The worst thing she’s dealing with is a painful throat that always hurts.  There continues to be sores in her mouth.  Her feet and hands feel hot and prickly.  The rash that covers her body is annoying and itchy.  And her body is so tired.  Ashtyn doesn’t complain much.  She’s pretty quiet throughout the day and keeps herself occupied mostly with sleep and the Disney Channel.

Today she went on another walk in the hall.  Her legs got tired easily and her feet started burning and itching.  Still she walked.  Ashtyn wanted to try eating and drinking.  She tried a couple sips of root beer, one nibble of a Milano cookie, one bite of an animal cookie, and considered a sugar baby.  It’s not much.  Still she ate and drank.

“Today I am grateful for sleep, pain medications, Biotene Mouthwash that keeps my mouth clean, pillows, and soft food.” Ashtyn

Today I am grateful for Canyonview Elementary school, the staff, students, friends, and family members that made the ribbon tying a special and successful event.  I am grateful to be a member of Ashtyn’s Army and numbered among the large group of people known already for their faith, hope, love, goodness, tenderness, and positive perspective.

Classmates

Ethan

Morgan

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Chandler

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Consider the Blessings

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Ashtyn looks so much better than a week ago.  She isn’t nearly as sick, however she still feels crummy.  Of course she does.  I have no idea what it feels like to have no white blood cells, low platelets, and have a body that is recovering from chemo.  Her throat and mouth continue to hurt.  Swallowing is still painful.  She does try to drink a sip or two of water a day.  She has a rash that is affecting most of her body.  Her white blood cell count hasn’t gone up.  The thought is that she’s probably making white blood cells but they are being used to heal her mouth and throat before being counted in her blood tests.  Most of her medications were stopped once she no longer had a temperature.  She continues to be on a couple antibiotics, IV Benadryl for her rash, one medication for nausea, and a narcotic every two hours for pain.  Today she had another platelet transfusion.  IV nutrition is continuously going through her central line since she is still unable to eat or drink.  On the up side, she is no longer being annoyed by thick mucous in her mouth and lungs, and she is walking and talking well.  The last time she left her room was when she visited with her brothers and sister, posted under “Ashtyn’s Siblings Come To Visit.”  After 16 days she left her room and walked in the halls with physical therapy.  You go girl!

Ashtyn Walks Down Hall

Ashtyn Walks Down Hall

We are both on a nocturnal schedule.  Right now it is 3 am and Ashtyn is wide awake watching the Disney channel.  She normally sleeps all day, with occupational or physical therapy waking her to do some sort of activity at 2 pm.  She is never happy being woken up.  After 4 pm Ashtyn’s body finally wakes up and doesn’t really fall back asleep until after 2 am.  The medical staff informed me that this “habit” isn’t abnormal.  Good.  That makes me feel less irresponsible.

Ashtyn does look forward to when she gets to go home.  Whether she goes home in a week or two,  it seems far distant for her.  “It seems like my throat will never feel good to where I can drink without pain.  It’s hard to think that I will actually be able to sit in a restaurant and drink without any effort.  It doesn’t seem like I will ever get to where I feel good.”  Being the talker that I am, I always have something to say, “Ashtyn, remember when you would get sick from time to time throughout your life when you didn’t want to go to school? You didn’t feel up to doing anything except sit around.  Eventually you always would feel better and back to yourself.  I know you aren’t feeling well right now.  Soon you will.  You will then feel up to talking to people on the phone, having visitors, and FaceTiming friends and family.  You will want to look in the mirror and notice how beautiful you are.  You will enjoy coming up with cool fashions you can do with different hats.  You will feel well enough to be happy and have fun.  It will come.”  She agreed.

I decided to start a nightly routine having Ashtyn tell me five things she is grateful for that day.  Tonight was our first night so she came up with ten things.  Ashtyn is grateful…

  1. “for the Broviac and that I didn’t get a port.”  (A lot of leukemia patients get a port that sits underneath the skin.  There are pros and cons to each.  With a port a needle poke is required to access it at least every week.  I’m not an expert on ports.  Ashtyn is just grateful for her Broviac central line because she never has to be poked with a needle.)
  2. for blankets.
  3. hydrocortisone cream that helps my itchy rash.
  4. that one day I will be able to drink.
  5. for beds.
  6. for tissue.
  7. for lotion.
  8. for technology to text, call, and FaceTime.
  9. for Chapstick.
  10. for prayers.

President Thomas S. Monson reminds us, “We live in a unique time in the world’s history. We are blessed with so very much. And yet it is sometimes difficult to view the problems and permissiveness around us and not become discouraged. I have found that, rather than dwelling on the negative, if we will take a step back and consider the blessings in our lives, including seemingly small, sometimes overlooked blessings, we can find greater happiness.”

Ashtyn’s Army

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Ms. Fricker, one of Ashtyn’s teachers at Canyonview Elementary school, commented “Know the saying ‘it takes a village to raise a child?’  Well, it takes an army to kick cancer’s butt out of that village.  Help show Ashtyn she has an amazing army behind her. She is a tough little girl and is fighting one heck of a battle.”  She is completely right.  Ashtyn is fighting one heck of a battle.  More importantly, it is going to take an army for Ashtyn to triumph.  I have never been more sure of anything.

I sometimes fear the spark in the Army will die down.  I panic to think what we would do without you.  I am certain of Ashtyn’s outcome if the Army loses faith or ceases praying for her.  But the moment the fear comes it is replaced with faith in the Army.  I know we won’t be abandoned.  Ashtyn won’t be forgotten.  We have soldiers on the front line fighting.  We have soldiers standing back with prayers in their hearts waiting for the call to attack.  And when the most fierce attacks are needed, I have no doubt that the entire Army will stand together united in strength and faith to pray, serve, and send all their positive energy with determination to not quit until that battle is won.  The Army will then stand on guard for the next battle.  And so it will go until all battles have been won, the war is complete, and Ashtyn stands triumphant with complete health.  But health is not all she will have gained.  She will look around at the thousands of members of her Army.  She will see thousands who have hearts like God and love like her Savior.  She will see thousands with faith that will change the world.  Thousands with hope that will change lives.  Thousands with goodness that seeps into countries and states.  Thousands with tenderness that improves communities.  Thousands with perspective that strengthens families.  Thousands with purety that softens homes.  And then she will know that because of her strength and faith and the strength and faith of her Army, lives were changed for good.  Her life will be changed for good.  And then she will take her health and all that she learned from you, and will press forward to the next war she’ll have to fight.  She will continue on with life triumphing over all that is in store for her.  There will be no stopping her.  And there will be no stopping you.  Together this world will be forever better and forever changed.  That is what Ashtyn’s Army will do.

Who is a part of Ashtyn’s Army?  You.

Ashtyn’s Army includes family members, friends, and strangers.  However we are all “family” bonded together, united in a common cause.  The Army comes from all cultures, religions, and walks of life.  We couldn’t have it any other way.  We need religious and non religious.  We need spiritual and non spiritual.  We need young and old, male and female, rich and poor.  That’s what makes the Army powerful.  Power comes from the unique gifts and talents each individual has to offer.  Power comes from each individual heart and mind.

One thing the Army has in common is each member has a good heart.  Hearts that are sensitive and tender to the suffering of others.  Hearts that rise up to do good.  Hearts that rely on faith in all it’s unique forms.  Hearts that care about others instead of only thinking of themselves.  Hearts that have hope for a better world.  Hearts that know this world is not as dark as some might wish us to think.  Hearts that know the power of prayer.  Hearts that know the power of optimism and positive thinking.  Hearts that are confident and strong, willing to do what it takes to make a difference.  Hearts that know even the smallest act of kindness or the shortest prayer or the slightest bit of hope is power enough to cure a child of cancer.

Thank you for being a part of Ashtyn’s Army.  Ashtyn has recieved letters, messages, cards, balloons, blankets, necklaces, fun activities, books, stuffed animals, and gifts of all varieties.  I have family and friends waiting for word to come to the hospital to entertain, uplift, and support Ashtyn.  There are others actively bringing me meals and taking care of my needs.  Many people work behind the scenes, giving of themselves and sharing their gifts and talents.  Ashtyn’s elementary school has rallied around my family.  Chandler’s school staff are supporting him. There is a photographer documenting milestones and an IT computer expert building and managing her website.  We have amazing friends and neighbors who bring dinner to my children every night.  Each Monday my house gets cleaned by two dear women.  My family tutors, entertains, and carpools my kids to their various activities.  There is a friend who moved into my house to be the at-home caretaker.  Others invite my kids on fun outings, give hugs, and provide them with needed attention.

There are church congregations around the world remembering Ashtyn.  Her name has been added to prayer chains in different religions and is on the prayer lists at L.D.S. temples in many locations.  She has been enrolled under the special patronage of Our Lady of Lourdes in France and Illinois.  There are many families who pray for her morning and night.  Children include Ashtyn in their prayers daily.  Fasting and prayers have been dedicated to her with her specific needs in mind.  Hundreds think of Ashtyn and hope the best for her.

Ashtyn has heard from people all across Utah and the Salt Lake Valley.  Support has also spread around the country and across the world.  She has heard from people in California, Idaho, Nevada, Arizona, Colorado, Missouri, Georgia, Virginia, Florida, Washington DC, upstate New York, Quebec Canada, Ghana West Africa, Botswana South Africa, Japan, Argentina, and Venezuela.

I am in awe at the strength of Ashtyn’s Army and how it has changed her life already.  Every member is valued. Every member is needed.  Indeed it does take a village to raise a child just as surely as it will take an army to kick her cancer’s butt out of that village. Thank you for being apart of Ashtyn’s Army.

“Cancer may have started the fight, but we will finish it.”

Getting Back to “Normal”

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The doctors came to Ashtyn’s room this morning, as they always do, to discuss the plan of the day.  What are the concerns?  How is her status?  What changes need to be made? Everyone was pleased with how well she is doing and noticed her huge improvement.  No changes were made.  Stay the course.

For eleven days the oncologists have cultured all possible blood, urine, stool, nasal, throat, and anything else they could test to determine why she got so sick.  The infectious disease department was involved to make sure she was being covered by every antibiotic, anti viral, and anti fungal medication possible.  Surgery attendings were involved monitoring her appendix.  ENT was included to rule out fungus in her sinuses.  Integrated medicine was there to provide pressure point and massage therapy.  She had physical and occupational therapy working on strength.  Dermatology took a look at her scalp for a questionable mole and will be looking at the rash she has all over her torso tomorrow.  I wish I could write a list of all the viral, bacterial, or fungal infections they have tested for.  I don’t have the list and most of them are words I’m not familiar with anyway.  Every single test has come back negative for any sign of infection. Remarkable. But not surprising.

February 13th I posted “Nowhere I’d Rather Be.”  It was the night before the doctors started doing blood work to test for infections.  In the post I wrote: The Stake President gave her a blessing.  The blessing started out sounding generic to what she was in need of… Soon though the blessing didn’t seem generic to me anymore.  His voice changed and with power he said,  “I command these infections and illnesses to leave your body.”…Of course she still has cancer.  That wasn’t what he commanded to leave.  I believe she did have an infection of some sort, and whatever infection she had was healed using the power of God.”

That blessing has come to be a tremendous help for Ashtyn.  Her body has had such a severe reaction to the chemo.  Even her healthcare team commented that her body was hit abnormally hard.  What a blessing it has been to be infection free, so her body could conserve energy to handle the effects of chemo without having to fight and deal with a bacterial, viral, or fungal infection. “In a priesthood blessing a servant of the Lord exercises the priesthood, as moved upon by the Holy Ghost, to call upon the powers of heaven for the benefit of the person being blessed.” Dallin H. Oaks

Today was a great day, by my standards.  Ashtyn is on the road to getting back to “normal.”  For over a week all she did was lay in a quiet, dark room and keep everyone busy with all that she was going through.  Today she was awake and alert for a few hours at a time.  Her naps were calm and restful.  By the end of the day her temperatures ranged from 98.7 to 100.5.  Her nausea was gone which meant there was no throwing up.  We played two games of UNO with occupational therapy while we listened to music.  She was able to talk a lot more and I was able to understand what she was saying.  When walking to the restroom and back she no longer was shaky and unsteady on her feet.  Ashtyn had energy to be a little irritated.  She doesn’t like that her mouth and throat hurt.  All she wants to do is be able to swallow her spit and a cup of cold water without excruciating pain.  Ashtyn voiced her opinions today when things weren’t where she thought they should be or when she wanted something.  When told to do things she didn’t want to do, she resisted  more.  Her irritation is a good sign to me. The outward fight is in her.  Today she didn’t do anything abnormal.  She did make me scared one time.  When getting a red blood cell transfusion, her heart rate went down to around 70.  A normal heart rate is generally 60-100 for a child her age.  Her heart rate had been high for days so when it dropped to normal I got nervous.  Her heart rate dropping to 70 just meant that her heart wasn’t having to work as hard as previously.  One thing has remained the same.  Ashtyn wants to go home.  She is on the road to getting there and I am so proud of her.

It’s very inspiring watching Ashtyn overcome hurdles.  I know she will be faced with one after another.  Rest will always follow, whether for a short moment or an extended period of time.  We will then be faced with another hurdle to learn from.  One thing we will always keep in mind, “Truly, things always work out!  Despite how difficult circumstances may look at the moment, those who have faith and move forward with a happy spirit will find that things always work out.” Gordon B. Hinckley