I am calling it. We are in the middle of a flare. Last night we gave Lil oxycodone which we have not done in months. But she is making this grunting noise (I have told you about it) which tells us she is in pain. I offered her the "red medicine" and at first she refused. We do not force it. If she refuses it we assume she does not need it. Lil knows her pain and she knows what ''red medicine" does for her at this point. I just put it next to her dinner plate and in 15 minutes she picked it up and took it. The grunting stopped 20-30 minutes later. She is still vomiting every night, spiking fevers, showing a little swelling in her fingers and she has not been the happiest child ever as you can imagine. But she is still Lil; playing when she can, running around when she can. The coughing is getting a little out of control and she is less likely to sit and rest than she used to be but she will rest when it gets bad. She is getting little pustules but the band-aids are not causing a problem; it was just that one, so strange. We start moving in 3 weeks and I am just praying this all goes smoothly. The last thing I ever thought we would be doing, ever, if not at this point in our lives is moving. No part of us was planning for this or thinking of it. It will all work out in so many ways.
The other day a friend dropped off a letter telling us how inspired he and his family still are by us and our story. They included tickets to baseball game for our family. I cannot tell you what a pick me up it was for me. I just cried. I have been talking to a couple of close friends lately, one from AI, about this journey. About how you learn to live this life but it is hard and you make it look easy because it just becomes your life. About how everyone's journey is their own but they follow basically the same pattern. It is so interesting to me... and empowering. But right now I sit here listening to that beautiful little girl who 'looks so healthy' grunt in pain and it is hard. I know I have to order her meds today, get her to take them, fight with Medicaid because (once again) they are trying to get us to pay a copay. It just goes on and on. So all I can say to all of you is thank you all for your continued support.
So sorry our LillyAnna is not feeling goo. God love her and all of you. I cannot imagine how hard this has to be to watch her in pain, Rosary as always.Maryellen Stohm here. Lov all of you
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