Jordan’s MRI showed stable results. Her medical team is starting a protocol that will introduce a new drug while alternating with the current drugs. It could mean that she only has to go in for intravenous therapy every other week, which will make her very happy. The new protocol has been achieving great results with other brain tumor patients, so her doctor is optimistic that this will be another step forward for Jordan.

Absorbed In her head it’s pleasant. She barrels through life, absorbed in the fancies of her mind. The rest of us are spectators. There’s a charm to it. Sometimes it makes you mad, positively batty. But then you watch her, floating in the whispers of her whims, and it’s all you can do but sigh and chuckle and relish.

Sometimes I think she has multiple personalities. She’s fodder for a potential after school special (how I loved those when I was 13). She actually walked up to me today and told me that she wasn’t Jordan. She was Jordansina. I nodded, looked wary, and attempted a smile. – How are you, Jordan’s daddy? (she actually called me that) – I’m ok … Jordansina. Where is Jordan? – Oh, she’s cleaning her room.

Jordan Stylin She goes in for MRI today. I won’t be able to be there with her, but she told me not to worry. We’re all hoping for more good news.

Jordan decked out for her birthday celebration When I arrived, she stood in the center of the living room, fully dressed and ready to go. She had been waiting for me. Birthday dinners out are a sacred tradition in our house. The celebrant can select any restaurant they fancy. Jordan’s first choice was sushi, but … a girl on chemo can’t take too many chances, so we talked her out of it.