As we left the hospital today, there was a little girl in a wheelchair being wheeled to her car. Autumn looked and her and sighed, “Why does she still have hair”? Her interpretation of a child in a hospital must mean that they have cancer and they will lose their hair like she did. It is amazing the way in which kids identify themselves, isn’t it?
We had to have blood drawn again today, to see where we are. Her counts were good, but not as high as they would like them to be for another round of yucky chemo. She will have another week to rest; I cannot say I am too bummed about that!