Today is June 19th, 2015. Writing this blog entry may span several days. I’m not sure when I’ll publish it.
I’ve been offline for a while. This is why.
Last Monday, June 15th, my daughter had her annual “school physical.” Our pediatrician noticed a swollen lymph node on her right leg. She sent her immediately for a blood test. White cells were down. Platelets were down. She was anemic. I got the call from my wife around noon while I was at the office. I cancelled the rest of the day and went home. I called my sister, a pediatrician. I also gave our pediatrician permission to speak with my sister. My sister expressed the potential for considerable concern. And, I knew why.
Lia felt fine. No fever. No lethargy. No loss of appetite. An appointment with a pediatric oncologist was made for the next day. Just that referral would make any parent very nervous. Plus, as a dentist, I know a little “too much.” He took some blood and looked at it microscopically. It wasn’t good. A bone marrow biopsy was needed and ordered at the hospital immediately. We were told that the results would come in 24 – 48 hours. We thought they’d do the test, and we’d go home to wait for the results. Nope. Lia was admitted to the children’s hospital on the oncology floor that same day. Shit. That wasn’t a good sign.
This was how Lia spent her 11th birthday. Imagine being an 11 year old birthday girl who is feeling fine being suddenly thrown into a hospital and being poked and prodded. My hope was that it was some sort of infection. But, I knew what was more likely coming. Continue reading