Her counts hit the danger zone, as expected. Hemoglobin and white cells are down — so far down that she had to skip chemo this week and she’s not allowed to return to school until her immune system recovers. She has to wear a mask when she leaves the house. Wednesday, she goes back to CHLA for a blood transfusion (my blood was still at the lab today), which will hopefully give her system a boost and restore her energy.
The news hit me harder than I expected. When I checked voicemail and heard it from Jeanette my stomach sank. I suppose it is because, once again, I’m on the road 2,000 miles away and Jordan’s health has hit another speed bump.
On the flight, I sat next to a nurse on her way to help Katrina victims in Louisiana. I rarely talk to my seat-mate, but this woman was disarmingly friendly. As I talked to her about Jordan, I found myself trying to be upbeat. When I finished sputtering on about how tough my daughter is and how well we’re handling it all, I looked over across the seat. The woman’s facial expression told me she didn’t buy it. She smiled knowlngly. Then she told me to pray because miracles can happen. She said she sees them every day.