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Prayer is Part of Our Routine
After spending 45 out of 48 days at Primary Children’s Hospital, Ashtyn and I know the routine. Attending, fellow, and resident doctors, nurse practitioners, registered nurses, child life specialists, anesthesiologists, pharmacists, house keepers, dietitians, physical and occupational therapists, techs, volunteers, psychologists, integrated medicine specialists, and parents of other patients are becoming familiar and conversations are…
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Progress
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.…
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This Kind Can Come Forth By Nothing, But By Prayer and Fasting
My last post was written two nights ago. Ashtyn’s health had been getting progressively worse with each day. By Tuesday night she was on the verge of having high risk surgery to remove her appendix. Diarrhea and vomiting seemed to be occurring every couple of hours. She had lower lobe pneumonia with an increased respiratory rate and oxygen needs.…
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I Could Not Have Planned It Better Myself
In the past I have always been one to plan. For years my Franklin Day Planner never left my side. I then converted to Google calendar downloaded to my iPhone. Each morning I had a good idea what my day had in store. Since being in the hospital I live hour by hour, not knowing how…
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The Road To Diagnosis
My brain is mush. I hardly know what day it is, let alone be clear of the events that have taken place Thursday, Friday, and Saturday. I am definitely at sensory overload and the interruptions to write this seem to be constant. Ashtyn’s first night in the hospital was one with no sleep. She had…