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Day 38:


5 comments:

char43 said...

Hope the birthday party was wonder filled and that the numbers for tomorrow are up in the range needed to change the place of residence for Miss Mady's bedroom.

Lovingly,
Connor and Donna and Charlotte

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday to Trey! Hopefully every gift was full of neutrophils...We're chanting night and day big big ANC counts - Jamie is practicing counting past 100 (kindergarten) but she's catching on fast. We'll check back tomorrow for the next update. Hugs, positive wishes (no kisses - too germy) to all of you.

The Press family

XCW said...

It is a great poster! Hope Mady laughed when she saw this!

Anonymous said...

Happy Birthday Trey! Sorry, yesterday got away from me. I'm with you every day in spirit, crying and laughing with you. You all be home very soon, I'm sure of it. Everybody you know here at Miller|Hull send their love and positive energy. Thanks for letting me participate from afar in this tough phase of your life. I get a reminder everyday, thru your blog, of why we are friends.
Love, Kate S.

Jane Sherwin said...

Dear and wonderful Chris and Trey, Mady and Julia, day by day we think of you and wonder at your determination and strength and ability to carry out your various jobs, from going to school every day and doing homework to putting up with life in a hospital bed and around it rather than bouncing around Belmont like your goofy 13 yr old friends, to being a mother and father 24 hours a day in a strange setting, wrestling with ridiculous white cells with peculiar names that are refusing to come as fast as they should. It feels permanent, but it's temporary.

Much love.