Good Evening,

Today was another hospital day.  Sharmi did absolutely wonderful.  She has gotten so brave.  It was just another day out for her.  I was really tired this morning and didn’t think I was safe on the road so Carl drove us down.  I have always had a hard time driving home after her appointments.  I get so sleepy that I have dozed off on the drive home many times.  This morning I was struggling just to get to Trina’s house to drop off Chantel.  It was definitely a life saver to not have to drive, and Sharmi also really loved the extra attention and distraction.  And to top off her day, “uncle Carl” took Sharmi to her favorite restaurant in the world and bought her macaroni.  She would go to the doctors every day if she could go to Red Robin and get macaroni afterwards.

Sharmi’s blood counts today were good.  Too good actually.  Her ANC’s were 2400 so they have increased her weekly methotrexate chemo.  I am hopeful that the increase is small enough that is doesn’t affect her too much.  Tonight we started another series of steroids so it will be another tiring week. 

Grandma and Grandpa were here this weekend.  The girls had a wonderful time with them.  Chantel had a lot of funtickle time with grandpa and Sharmi hada great time with play-dooh with  grandma.  They made the ocean, the farm and the zoo and all of the animals in them.  

Sunday afternoon Sharmi was worn out and she was having a hard time.  (This is due to the fact that she was overtired because of missed naps and late nights since she has been too alert to sleep.)  Sunday Chantel wanted to go outside with Daddy and grandpa so she tried to put on her boots.  She was wearing her pajama’s still and asked grandpa for help saying, ”boo boo.”  Since she couldn’t get her boots on over her big pj’s I helped her put Sharmi’s boots on.  A few minutes later Sharmi decided she wanted to go outside as well.  As she was getting her coat on she saw Chantel through the window her in boots.  She came running into the kitchen crying hysterically.  My mom was worried, but I knew what the issue was.  I took Sharmi back into her room and tried to calm her down and put different shoes on and she is still kept looking out the window and she cried in a pathetic voice, ”Look at Chantel, she is sooo cute,” and then she sobbed some more.  My mom and I had the hardest time trying not to laugh.  We were both laughing, but we were at least trying to partially control it when Sharmi was looking at us.  It must be tough to be an only child and then have a little sister come in and take over your mom, your crib, your toys, your cloths, and now your rain boots.  What a hard life.   

What a precious little girl.   I am please though that for every time Sharmi has a had time sharing she is also taking care of her sister; feeding her, helping her on the rocking horse, reading to her, and loving her.  I am praying that they grow up to be best friends. 

Goodnight to you all. 

Cheris