Qavah's room on the ninth floor looks straight down to the Healing Garden patio on the sixth floor. We can see little children tethered to IV poles as they play with the Child Life Specialists out in the sunshine. They are making kites down there, planting pinwheels in the garden and watching them twirl, and having their faces painted in red, white, and blue. It's a Memorial Day Party! The children are playing, and running, with their parents trailing behind them pushing their IV poles so that they don't pull their central lines out. From the view I have, I am looking down on their little bald heads amazed at their resilience. I see, and am humbled by the grace God has given them to endure the very worst things without complaint.
Fifteen minutes ago Qavah broke out in hives and started a dry cough. Her BMT team was in the room instantly, measuring her heart and lung functions, and examining her. She has just been given two more drugs to get her hives under control and she seems better already. Her chemotherapy treatment went very well today. After two doses of Campath, her immune system is now gone. She has been sitting on the little sofa in her room for the past seven hours waiting for all of the pumps to finish infusing her body with life-saving medications. Paul just looked at me grinning because she is watching Annie and singing with a loud joyful voice, "The sun will come out tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar there'll be sun. Just thinking about tomorrow clears away the cobwebs and the sorrow til there's none!" And Lord willing it won't be long before Qavah is allowed to go down to the sixth floor and join the other over-comers playing in the sun.