It will be a very somber Thanksgiving at the Johnsons' this year. An unwanted guest has taken a seat at our table.
That guest is childhood cancer. Last evening, the barely two-year-old extended family member I referrenced in Tuesday's post was diagnosed with Acute Myelogenous Leukemia (AML). We adults are still processing it.
I've been practicing Pediatrics for 18 years, and I've seen and dealt with a whole lot of badness in my time, but I'm still not very good at processing stuff like this.
But as bad as we all feel, and as hard as we know this road is going to be, I am thankful that an evil disease that would have rapidly killed this child not-so-very-long ago is treatable, and that she has a more-than-decent chance to be sitting at our table next Thanksgiving.
If you say prayers, please say one for this little girl. And thank you for doing so.
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Prayers said.
This is the important stuff.
Happy Thanksgiving.
Yeah, MeB. That's what I had to keep telling myself last night when yet another young, earnest Greensboro-area journalist-way-beyond-late-to-the-party popped uninvited into my Inbox last night, and got all snippy and sanctimonious when I advised him to tread carefully in a certain smell's minefield of libel.
Depending on whether or not said reporter can actually see through the smoke - and actually does his job/homework, we'll have more on that later.
The hospital here, which used to give out one free meal to its employees who work the holiday is not doing it this year. But the nurses are feeding me chicken-broccoli alfredo (in a styrofoam cup) and it's really quite delicious.
Happy Thanksgiving to you too.
Many prayers. Serious illness is terrible to contemplate in anyone, but when it is a child it is simply unbearable. BB
Brenda, it's bearable. It has to be . . . when one considers the alternative.
The family is rallying. We will be all we can be for the sake of this child.
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