A little voice sadly proclaimed from the back seat Friday morning at 6:15am. “Why?” I asked, “we’ll be home tonight.” “Oh Okay.”
Jesse and I were headed to clinic to have a checkup. By the time I was at the Lightfoot exit on 64, I realized I had forgotten a really important letter. So we headed back to the house to get it. Luckily I have severe being late issues and we had extra time.
This was Jesse’s first clinic where they had to stick a needle in her arm for blood. I warned her on the ride that this would take place. She did scream when it was done, but quickly got over it. I forgot to get numbing cream from our clinician. Sigh. Hopefully I will remember to drop in and ask for it when we go down on the 15th to meet with urology.
Jesse acted lost in clinic today. It has been a month since she was there. Her nurse and I talked about the fact the little guys quickly forget.
Her numbers came back great. 12.9 for her red blood and ANC of about 3000.
Her doctor and I talked about her meeting with urology on the 15th. They want an ultrasound because they want to see the size of the kidney. He explained that he doesn’t use ultrasounds because unfortunately they don’t show him what he needs to see. And I totally agree. We have experienced ultrasound around Jesse’s kidney, and it didn’t show anything except that her ureter was obstructed for some reason. (We later found out the reason)
I am curious to see what the ultrasound shows this time.
We left clinic around 10, making 1 stop on the way home at Target.
Jesse wanted a doll in the checkout lane I wouldn’t let her have. Stomping her foot she proclaimed, “I am having a bad day.” I said to her, “Honey this isn’t even one of your worst days.”
I’m glad that she can’t remember the stem cell transplant days. Those were by far some of her worst days.