Another Day, Another Doctor

Fighting leukemia like a Jedi Knight. Day 62 of 1,278

Francesca receives excellent diabetes report; celebrates with pixie sticks

One of our biggest fears is focusing so much time and attention on Carson that we unintentionally neglect Francesca. Although most of what we write here is about Carson, we do make every attempt to divide our time as equally as possible. Sometimes it's tough, though, when he requires so much care.

Well Thursday was finally Francesca's day...kinda. It was her day to go visit her doctor at Children's. Hey, equal treatment, right? We do it for Carson; we do it for Francesca, too! Okay, it's probably not exactly how she would prefer to spend time with her parents. But hey, you don't get to choose everything in life.

We finally got in to see the doctor. The result: Despite indulging in all the luxuries of summer, food and fun, while also growing almost an inch and gaining 5 pounds, Francesca did a remarkably good job of staying on top of her diabetes. Her pediatric endocrinologist gave high marks to Francesca...and Jennifer...for doing such an awesome job. Keep it up, guys!


Carson gets fresh blood; decides to ride Indy 500 on tricycle

Carson had is scheduled appointment on Wednesday to receive a blood transfusion. Again we were blessed with no negative reactions.

I don't know if it's the fresh blood, but he sure seems to be feeling a lot better. I wonder it it could have anything to do with the person who donated the blood? Hmmmm. Or, maybe he was feeling better because he finally ate a little bit. Emphasis on little bit...which is not much, but a lot better that nothing. (His weight is down about 10% since diagnosis.)

The good part is he seems to be feeling better. And that's all that matters.

Friday we head back to the clinic to check platelets. They were looking a little low earlier in the week, so we head in to have them checked. If he's too low (and I'm praying he is not), he'll get a platelet transfusion.

Just like my mom used to say, "You don't want to start the weekend with low platelets." Oh, wait, maybe she didn't say that. Never mind.

Paul.

p.s. Just in case you are really wondering, Francesca did NOT really celebrate with pixie sticks. As for Carson and the Indy 500...he's always talking smack.