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The Routine
I suppose Ashtyn and I are getting into a routine, though it is an unpredictable, unplanned routine that we take minute by minute. Nausea and pain is constantly on our minds. “Where’s the barf bag?” is a question she commonly asks. It’s like her security blanket, whether she is going to throw up into it…
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Stay Positive
Saturday night… I mean Sunday morning I went to bed at 6 am, after a busy night helping Ashtyn. At 7:00 am I woke up to about 10 different medical staff surrounding Ashtyn’s bed moving very quickly. I could sense there was worry in the air. As I watched the organized commotion, I gathered that…
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There is No Such Thing as a Bad Day
At the hospital there doesn’t seem to be a big difference between the day and night. Ashtyn is constantly being woken up every few hours, there are meds to be given at all hours of the day and night, and she has to go to the restroom every 3 hours no matter what time it is. This…
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In Her Own Words
FROM ASHTYN: I was at school and didn’t feel well. I felt like collapsing so I called my mom to pick me up. She came in and I told her I needed to go to the doctor. We went to the Holladay Instacare. I was really scared because I have always hated getting poked with…
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Fortifying and Gathering Reinforcements
OK Ashtyn’s Army, we are all fortifying our battlefields and preparing for war! I can feel it! Ashtyn’s Army is increasing in number, strengthening in faith, and rallying in service. Comments are being heard, prayers are being offered, hearts are being touched, love is being poured out, visits are adding strength, efforts are gathering, children are…