The Lovepug

The Lovepug

Fewer words on the blog always means the same thing: progress. I must admit, I’m a little reticent to say much every tenth month of the year. It’s one of my favorite months, but for so many years it was a curse for Jordan. She beat that curse in 2007, and ever since we’ve been so happy not to spend time in hospitals or wringing our hands hoping she was okay. She is more than okay. She is fabulous.
She has taken a break from chemotherapy for the past two months and you’d almost wonder if she’d ever been sick at all. Sure, her logic is dizzy at times, but she’s quick as a wit in her observations and her stream of conversation. We still worry about the legs. We need to fix those, but quite honestly, we’ve been loving this “normal period.” We’re loving time as a family, without needles or protocols.
So, another October passes and Jordan focuses on how much candy she can bag, rather than how many days until she can go home. That’s progress. That’s my daughter.