I found out yesterday that she is not human or even in the mammal family. She is a turnip. She does not look like a turnip, smell like one or even taste like one when dipped in dressing or roasted in olive oil and salt. She just looks like a kid. But she is not.
Yesterday she had her first post-chemo blood draw. No veins were found, and when one was coaxed into appearing and was poked, the blood went to other parts of her body and her hand pretended to be a turnip. The blood would not flow no matter how much they coaxed. Finally when the other hand realized it was next, some and I mean some, in a very minute but sufficient way, came out.
The lab said it was "just enough" only a drop too much.
We have to plan on how to do this next time.
Twenty Years, Two Hundred and Forty Months, Seven Thousand Days, and Three Hundred Days. Since we started chasing Leukemia.
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