We visited the hematologist this afternoon, and while we were waiting to be seen by the doctor Katy dictated today’s post. Before I write out the things she wanted to say, I will bring you up to date on Katy’s visit today. Her doctor became quite concerned when her lab work came back during our visit. Katy’s platelet count three weeks ago was 140,000. Today it was 20,000. She suggested admitting Katy to the hospital tonight, but I know too well that we would be there sitting, hour after hour, while Katy shivered on a gurney half the night. I knew she would be better at home, and Paul and I can care for her until morning. We pray for wisdom all the time, and believe we are doing the right thing. However, in the morning a decision needs to be made about Katy’s care. Obviously something has drastically changed. Thank you for keeping us in your prayers.
To Dad from Katy:
Happy Birthday, Daddy. Let me start by saying that I love the way you take care of me and protect me. In the middle of the night when you come to give me my medication you leave the light off and wear your small headlamp so the light doesn’t hurt my eyes. You are always thinking about details like that. You could complain at that hour and you could be grumpy but you kiss my head and call me princess instead. How can I ever thank you enough for all the research you do on the internet to protect me from some of the wacky drugs some doctors wanted to “try?” Thank you for all the times you’ve knelt by my bed to pray for me. I’m praying for you, too. I know you’ve spent a lot of time away from your business because of me, so I’m praying that God will open the windows of heaven and give you your best year yet. I’m thankful for your character and thankful for your strength. I hope you enjoy all the shirts you got tonight. I chose red for you, because it seemed like the right color for an engineer who is looking to replace all the powder blue and khaki in his wardrobe. Love, Katy