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Tuesday

I've been asked to facilitate a Writer's Guild for our women's group at church. We'll be meeting in different homes once a month. The first meeting is tonight. I've been up since five, working on some things for it, plus doing the gym thing, then Coscto and then picking up Ally from school.

I knew when I sent her this morning that I'd more than likely be bringing her home again. She feels warm, her tummy is hurting a bit and she just doesn't feel right. This child tugs at my heart strings when she's ill. The past several years she's been so healthy that I've been holding my breath in the dreaded anticipation of something to come.

You see when she was born, they weren't sure she had a functioning immune system. She was constantly sick at home and when she wasn't at home, she was in the hospital. We were not allowed to take her out in public for the first six months of her life.

When she was three days old she spent a week in Children's Hospital with sepsis. In September, at two months of age, she was back in the hospital with osteomyletis (a bone infection). That really had the infectious disease people on their toes. Then when she was four months old we nearly lost her to spinal meningitis. She spent some time in the PICU and after a month we were able to bring her back home. After that she was in and out of the hospital with pyleonephritis (kidney infections). At one point the nurses taught me how to do IV's so we could take care of her at home rather than spend so much time at the hospital.

So, when she's sick....I tend to worry. She had that bout with the very odd mesenteric adenitis, and now she's not feeling well again. Yesterday we saw her new doctor and he said that she has some lymph nodes that are enlarged, but that usually that turns out to be nothing.

He'd better be right.

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  1. she'll be fine and i will include her in my prayers.

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