Jordan: Bacon-Lover By the time my preparation of the Sunday breakfast fixings was complete, she lumbered down the stairs. As usual, she was ready to go from the time of waking. I barely had a moment to say good morning before she started rambling action items for the day. Jordan can be quite regimented. She has it in her head that on Sunday she must be served an omelet with bacon and goat cheese.

Jordan in Scrubs The nurse walked right by Jordan. She looked around the waiting room curiously and then asked Jeanette where she was. Jeanette pointed to the vending machines where Jordan stood wearing her favorite pair of scrubs–the ones she wore for Halloween. Jordan thought it was hysterical. We are relieved that when she visits Children’s Hospital these days, she blends into the scenery because she’s in disguise, not because she is such a frequent visitor.

She’s doing well, no new episodes. She will see her neurologist next week. The doctors don’t seem as concerned as us. That makes me antsy, because I don’t like waiting. But we’ll have real data to evaluate next week. In the meantime, Jordan is very content and feeling great. She even managed to use the seizure as a rationale to get out of cleaning her room.

It’s Tolstoy’s fault. Or maybe Dickens. Shakespeare didn’t help either. I suppose if we’re really pointing fingers, you’d have to include the Greeks and all those cavemen who told stories by firelight. I thank them all for sometimes dashing my hope. Because we all know the stories. The stories have been told so many times that in our heads we jump ahead to the ending the minute we recognize the beginning.

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.