We should be leaving here in about an hour, going for home, but right now Little Warrior is snoozing while red blood is being pumped into her.
Not unusual -- after this round of high-duty chemo, her hemoglobin was low, so we're punching it up with some fresh blood.
Blood, I tell you. BLOOD. Someone else's blood is going into my baby's body. (Actually, several someone elses.)
I'm just agog, in awe of the significance of this. Someone went down to the blood drive, or blood mobile or what have you, rolled up their sleeve, and now their blood is going into LW's body.
She was a bit grey this morning. Now, her cheeks have pinked up. According to the head nurse-practitioner over here, it'll give her lots of energy. According to a cancer-parent-friend of mine who dropped by today, "Yeah, it'll give her energy. She'll be up til midnight."
Um, can I get a shooter of that?
I can't give blood, which bugs me to no end. I wanna be part of the cycle! If you can, and if you do ...