It's alright

It was hard to go to clinic yesterday. Hope has been feeling so good, eating so much, talking a blue streak, and playing so happily. Walloping her with chemo again seemed wrong. It was a feeling familiar from those early days in the hospital, when it just didn't seem possible that she was actually sick; we had to resist the urge to disconnect all those wires and tubes and just take her home. Each new round will be hard to face, but at least we know now that she'll bounce back.

In her new cowgirl hat (courtesy of David Gerdy - thanks!!)

In any event, we did go - and she made counts, so it was a long day at clinic. Hope made the most of it - following the clowns through the halls, holding an impromptu meeting in an empty conference room, watching some Barney, eating yogurt and ham and pizza (significant diet expansion recently!), and playing catch in the playroom.

Today through Monday a home health care nurse will come by to give her chemo. It's a short visit - about an hour - and Hope likes the company. So far, she is tolerating this round well. After her treatment, she asked for some music for dancing. Does this look like a girl in the middle of chemotherapy?