Tuesday, April 01, 2008

Sweet Qavah

We just got home from the hospital tonight after taking Qavah there with a temperature of one hundred and two. Her CBC is 6.7. Her white count is very low at 1.8. Her blood was typed and cross-matched and she will get her blood transfusion in the morning. We brought her home for the night. She is very weak and wants to be wrapped in a blanket with her pacifier. This is the first time I have seen her like this. It is hard to believe that she has fought fevers and infections without much help from her own blood supply all these years. This afternoon she said, "I'm sick and want to go to the hospital." So I took her. When the test results came back it was clear to me that she knows her own body. I don't know how hard of a battle this is going to be for Qavah, but she is a fighter and I am hoping that a transfusion will help her feel stronger for the days ahead.

We knew when we were asked to take Qavah that there would be days like this. It has not caught us off guard. But as with Kathryn, we long to help her and feel frustration when there is really nothing we can do. Tonight both Kathryn and Qavah have some health challenges, but they have both fallen off to sleep in their cozy beds knowing they are loved.

Qavah absolutely loves the story of David and Goliath. She has asked me to tell it to her over and over again. Tomorrow I will remind her that young David was able to fight the giant because the Lord of Hosts was with him. I'm glad she loves the story of David's victory because her story is very similar. Her "giant" is an undiagnosed blood disease, but her God is the Lord of all. And David said to Goliath, "you come against me with the sword, spear, and javelin, but I come against you in the name of the Lord Almighty!" (1 Samuel 17: 45) Those are powerful words from a small boy, the youngest of the family. And those are words Qavah loves to hear.