So much happened…so little changed. 

Public updates have been few and far between this year for several reasons. We have received each and everyone one of your prayers, well wishes and private messages seeking good news about Abbigail and we whole heartedly appreciate them all. Thank you for never forgetting about our precious girl and her battles. It has been a long year with many difficult times but we’ve also had many joys to celebrate as well. Looking back is always bitter sweet, seeing all that we’ve been through, all that Abbigail has accomplished and how far she’s come, but also seeing all that we’ve missed, all the milestones she’s not attained and all that is still ahead for her. Over the last year so much has happened yet so very little has changed. 

Abbigail’s last year started out very roughly with an agressive OMS relapse leaving her relying on her feeding tube for nutrition, losing weight daily, unable to be a kid, stumbling, missing school, in pain, extremely exhausted and overly irritable. We quickly had to increase her medications, double up her in hospital IV treatments every two weeks and watch her body and mind transform again…not for the better. Relapses are very difficult in her body and cognition and sadly result in further brain damage. Although she was able to recover from the acute OMS symptoms, she has not been able to reverse any damage nor reach remission neurologically.  Despite these difficulties though, Abbigail managed to successfully change schools in September and prove that she is capable of so much more than we ever thought! Change is difficult for Abbigail, so this decision to switch schools was not taken lightly and was a challenge for us all however it was so worth it! Her old school has always been so supportive of her and our family and was sad to see her go but it was with their support that we were able to transition Abbigail and all of her services. They will always have a huge place in her heart and mine because I watched my sick little girl light up and bloom so much when she walked through their doors. They set the bar high for her education and support. Thank you will never be enough ❤️ Now that she attends an english speaking school Abbigail has reached levels of speech we didn’t think we’d ever witness, her motor skills and academics have made leaps and bounds which I have strongly attributed to her amazing support system there that has allowed for her growing confidence to shine. I can’t explain to you how it feels to see her accomplishments on paper and to hear her speak about her pride in what she is doing with her peers. You can’t help but smile when you see her light up. 

We couldn’t be prouder of how hard she is working in class! She surprises us daily and hearing her stories from her day brings me so much joy knowing how it “could be” instead of how it is…at least for today. 

Turns out so much happened that I can’t fit it into one post. 

Déjà Vu

I’ve sat in this chair a few dozen times before. I’ve held my breathe, clenched my teeth and burdened this deafening silence one too many times. This hallway never got any warmer, the sterile smell permeates the area still and although some of the staff have changed, their faces are all the same – filled with heartbreak and pity. Abbigail is asleep under anesthetic, intubated and unaware of the piercing and poking radiologists are unleashing on her liver once again. She will wake up shortly, in need of oxygen, blood products and pain medication. She should be in school. She ought to be at recess right now, running with other little girls and boys. She is not. She will soon return to her very well known room on the oncology unit where she and I will wait for biopsy results and hopefully a plan forward. 


Two days, seven days, maybe a week or two or three…we don’t know exactly how long it will take to unravel this mystery and we don’t know if the damage done can be reversed. 

Abbigail began showing signs of possible liver damage or at the very least, signs her liver was not functioning at 100%, a few weeks ago, just before her sixth birthday. Added visits and bloodwork was ordered and we monitored her that way hoping her liver was simply adjusting to her new OMS protocol aimed at tapering her steroids without relapse. Mama noticed her eyes slowly turning more and more yellow as the weeks progressed and although there were some days of “normalcy” in her lab results, there was no fooling Mama. A couple more weeks went by and Abbigail was going to school less and less, tiring easily and sometimes falling into moments of mental dullness where responsiveness was obviously compromised. Ataxic and obviously unwell, there was no denying something wasn’t right. During routine bloodwork before treatment on Friday, we saw that her liver enzymes and functions were at alarming levels and needed investigating. Her chemos were immediately stopped, bringing us back to square one again with her OMS treatments, and she was immediately sent for an exploratory ultrasound of her pelvic area (liver and kidneys). GI specialists were consulted and it was decided she would need further diagnostic and exploratory tests to determine why her liver is suddenly failing. Being admitted in hospital can have its advantages…who am I kidding, it’s unpleasant any which way you spin it, but thankfully we are blessed with wonderful nurses who genuinely care for Abbigail, doctors who are well versed in the mysteries of Abbigail and how can I forget Molly and Brenda; clown and childlife – I won’t say which is which! 

Being admitted Friday was not a pleasant thought knowing that the boys and camp were awaiting us with a sunny forecast for days and days so we luckily had our best advocate, Dr J by our side to convince GI that urgent admission Friday was not necessary, that Mama could and would recognize the need to return to the ER if things should worsen and that was how we rolled! Three beautiful days of memories made at our trailer with family and so many wonderful new friends. Abbigail hung in there and made it the weekend despite her obviously not feeling up to par. She’s always been a trooper, pushing herself beyond the limits which some would impose on her. In between frequent picnic table naps and impromptu trailer crashing naps, she bummed food from each camper, hoarded it all and tucked it away for that rainy day she must know about, she walked more miles around the park than Mama could have and she consumed just the right amount of roasted marshmallows for the year’s first weekend at camp! 


Upon our return home Monday evening, the color change was prominent, the eyes were glossy and absent and she was not herself by any standards. One last nights sleep at home before checking back in Chez CHEO I told myself. Sleeping wedged between daddy and I, she obviously struggled through the night and the. wasn’t easy to wake in the morning; which for Abbigail is a change since she is our family alarm clock, screeching at 530am every other morning. Kissed the boys goodbye, wished hubby an early happy birthday and hit the road for the long drive back here. She slept again the hour and half drive. Obviously not well, we arrived prepared for a stay but not for a long day of sit and wait. Abbigail struggled through the day and I couldn’t stop repeating the numbers from her lab results in my head – where did these come from? She was fine a month ago! Hours passed and finally by evening we were resting comfortably in her bed waiting for confirmation of what was to happen next. Abbigail by now is jaundiced, her liver no longer conducting its duties, and where it is providing some functionality, it’s minimal at best.


So I wait in the halls, filled with fearful parents, most here for the first time, some for breaks, fractures, coughs or injuries unknown but likely none facing the odds this girl has faced and continues to face yet that didn’t change their fear filled eyes or worried souls. No matter the pain they are in, the source of injury they face, we feel it 100 times over as their parent. I hurt for my sweet girl. 

Has it really been that long!?

It’s hard to believe that it has been over six months since my last update.  Abbigail has fought so hard, to come so far, over the last four years, but she has made most of her leaps and bounds these past few months alone. 

  
Just over six months ago Abbigail was once again facing huge life threatning battles that no child should have to. She was admitted to the hospital for a septic blood infection that was, without surprise, rare and not easily treated without strong antibacterial infusions. She spent three long weeks in hospital, mustering the strength to push out the monsters threatning her body and ultimately her life. Once the infections were under control, we were back to discussing the multiple and progressive nodules forming in her liver. Were they an anomaly or more cancer? No one could be sure because nothing with Abbigail has been text book up until that point and everything documented to date has not been able to discount further neoplasm (cancer).  After numerous challenging and cautious fine-needle biopsies, we faced the dreaded consent form for an open liver biopsy and possible resection. Slicing and dicing a liver is never simple or clear cut and isn’t without immense risk for morbidity and even mortality. An other human being, possibly a father himself, had to ask us specifically if we understood that once we left our baby girl in his care, on that cold table, that she possibly may not wake up or that if she did, she would not be the same. Is this even part of real life? Often I find myself wondering these questions. That morning, I signed my name on the dotted line, giving consent to surgeons to open our daughter’s entire thoracic area and examine it for further cancer or at the very least remove a portion for lab analysis. Then I waited. I waited and stared at her empty bed on the fourth floor of CHEO, a place we’ve considered home for far too many years and I waited for the nurse to say she was out of surgery. When the desk clerk’s phone rang that time, I knew it was about Abbigail. I dashed to the elevator, flush, nauseated and petrified. What would he say as he removes his mask and sterile cap? What happened these last few hours in that cold sterile room? Where is my girl? Before he could speak I layed my eyes on her ragged body in recovery and sighed in relief. I sat at her bedside until her intubation tube was removed and she was awake enough to know I was there. The surgeon who has cut into our daughter more times than I can count, along with the radiologist who has invested numerous days and hours analyzing her multiple liver images and studying her nodules, smiled as they both confirmed that surgery was a success. They also confirmed the lab had enough liver sample to examine and diagnose these nodules without having to fully resect an entire lobe of her liver.  After a long few days of epidural pain management, drug reactions and rehabilitation, we were finally transferred from the surgical and rehab unit back to our “home” unit on the oncology ward. Ten long days later, we received  exhilarating  news that it was not cancer but that further lab testing was required from SickKids hospital in Toronto before we could know exactly what the lesions are. Abbigail was feeling better, not eating much by mouth and still recouperating  from an extensive thoracic surgery, but we still could not be discharged. Now, almost a month in hospital, barely home a day or two from our Florida trip, realizing we are never free from this world as we face our worst fears all over again.  After much debate and review from many specialists, near and far, Abbigail was diagnosed with a rare disposition of extramedullary hematopoiesis. Abbigail received large doses of chemotherapy last year, and the theory is that her body has not been able to keep up with blood production post transplant and her bone marrow now is producing blood cells outside of her marrow (i.e. in her organs). This new diagnosis only added to her complicated medical care. Two incurable rare diseases battling inside of our five year old little girl’s body, that has yet to recover from years of cancer treatment and a life altering stem cell transplant that ultimately saved her life last fall. Her scars are gigantic – physical and emotional, but we finally went home after a long month of close calls in hospital. Despite being “out of the woods,” Abbigail now faced new hurdles and we didn’t know then just how big they truly were. 

   
 Abbigail had more than a hundred nodules confined to her liver. Continuously monitoring their activity with imaging and although they had not stopped multiplying, they had yet to spread to other organs. Also closely monitoring her liver health with regular blood work to ensure that these lesions did not affect the basic functions she desperately needed. Abbigail was tired, her entire body covered in cuts, bruises, catheters and scars. Smiling for photos with an NG tube still taped to her sensitive cheek, she didn’t let any of this stop her this summer. We spent every day possible, that we weren’t at CHEO, at our camp. Roasting marshmallows, wading in the waters, making forts and sand castles while chasing the boys. She even made a few new friends and won the hearts of every single other camper in the park. There wasn’t anyone who didn’t know who Abbigail was after her first week there. Memories were cemented in our hearts and despite the hurdles, the pain and sacrifices that don’t cease, we were blessed with an entire summer without a single night in hospital! 

   
   
Once camp season came to a close and the leaves began to fall, Abbigail started school! Something I never allowed myself to think of again after last year because we were so focused on her treatment and survival. She has been surprising us and everyone else with her abilities and potential. She is speaking so many more words. She can now even understand French a bit. She has learned routine, made friends and been able to detach herself from me. Her learning is greatly affected due to the extensive damage to her brain from the OMS as well as the four years of dozens of repeated chemotherapies, but that does not stop her from always trying.  She is part of a regular classroom with all of the support she requires to thrive. We are so proud! 

   
  
 Our spitfire never lets life settle down though, just as she adapted to the new routine, stopped crying when I dropped her off and began to have less OMS episodes at school we were facing difficult decisions regarding her overall health. Abbigail had started losing weight very quickly and without reason other than her appetite and eating habits. Post liver surgery, they inserted an NG tube for her nutrition because when a child has such a huge abdominal surgery, they are not able eat for days due to their “guts” being stunned and paralyzed, meaning unable to digest. So after a week of not eating, having huge stomach pain inside and out, her appetite that was finally returning post transplant had now taken a nose dive. Since June, she continued to lose weight and struggle with her appetite. In September, she had lost a few pounds and it was evident now in her face and it wasn’t long before doctors and specialists were considering a more permanent feeding solution. Abbigail was 50lbs in the summer and although it was an unhealthy weight for her height, we knew it was temporary and that it was caused by steroids. Presently Abbigail is holding at 35 pounds. 

  
That 15 pound lose in a short period of 3 months had us remove the NG tube (in her nose) and have a surgically implanted g-tube directly into her stomach. After almost 5 months without a night in hospital, Abbigail and I were cuddling under nurse and doctor supervision, in the very familiar and oddly enough, comforting walls of her second home once again. December 7th she received her new “tubie” and again our trusted surgeon was successful in cutting through the layers of scar tissue in her abdomen to have the new device inserted. Only a few days to recover from yet again an other stunned tummy surgery and we were home to begin the holiday season with new hope for recovery from yet an other hurdle in the journey. 

   
 This Christmas should have been different though. For so many reasons. We never imagined still being in such a fight for our daughter and we never imagined experiencing the loss that we have. Being a part of a world where kids have cancer and it is normal, becomes scarier the longer you are in it. You form friendships, extend your family and fall in love with the strongest, bravest and most beautiful young souls that walk the earth. When things are good, in cancer world relative terms of course, we laugh, have private little room parties and make today count because we know how fragile it is. We often fall prey to thoughts of tomorrow and we allow ourselves to believe that it will all be ok one day…that is, until it’s not. 

  

   

 November 18th was not ok. Abbigail’s closest friend earned her angel wings far too early. Phoebe left this earth, forever 5 years old. She left her pain, suffering and sadness behind with her grieving mama, daddy, big sister and many family and friends. For Phoebe’s family, tomorrow is now too hard to face because today is already so painful without her here. My heart has been aching since that day. Abbigail  understands Phoebe is gone, that we can no longer visit or play with her and that we can only see her in our photos and videos but she often asks “but mama where Phoebe?” It breaks my heart on so many levels. Losing Phoebe was harder than I could have ever imagined it would be. Christmas this year was bittersweet. We weren’t in intense treatment, there were no life-threatening emergencies or hospital sleep overs and for that we were blessed and grateful. But we also felt a huge sense of lose and guilt. Every twinkling light had new meaning, each gift unwrapped was a reminder that not everyone was so lucky. The kids were spoiled and had “the best Christmas ever” visiting family and making memories but I couldn’t help but carry the guilt with me. My friends also got to spend the holidays out of hospital for the time in five years too but for very different reasons. Phoebe’s passing hurt. It was painful. Unfair. Phoebe lives on though and will forever be our Christmas angel, reminding us to never lose faith and hope, just as she never did! As the years pass, treatments continue and Abbigail grows up, she will forever have Phoebe in her heart, watching over her…that I believe.   
Today, Abbigail continues to receive immunosuppressive therapies both in hospital and at home. She goes to CHEO for infusion treatments every two weeks and continues with her daily oral treatments at home. Her medication list, for treatment and for symptoms caused by the treatments, is still very long and disheartening but in a world where there is very little known about her disease we do not have many options left. We are currently trying to slowly taper her off of the very aggressive steroid treatments she’s been on for four years in hopes that we don’t create the perfect storm in her body for an OMS relapse. If she regresses once the steroids exit her system completely we will have hit a wall in treatment options. 

  

    

For those new to Abbigails journey or for anyone who is still confused about OMS, it is a rare (1 in 10 million) disease that presently is without a cure. Children who are doing well with OMS today are said to be in “neurological remission” however are prey to relapse or regression at any time and it is believed by the few specialists in the world, that these children will suffer several of these relapses in a lifetime. A regression could present itself as slight shakiness and imbalance, darting eyes, uncontrollable and aggravated behaviour, insomnia, muscle jerks and trunk or full body ataxia. These small symptoms can be triggered by any immune response; which are fatigue, stress (physical and mental), certain medications and sedatives or the more obvious, infections. Once the immune system is triggered, Abbigail’s brain is caught in a crossfire. Simply put, OMS is an immune disease characterized by her immune system being programmed to attack particular cells which were present in her cancerous tumours but that are also present in her brain. This means that part of her brain, the part that controls movement, stability, speech, some learning and development as well as behaviour and sleep, have the identical cells that her cancer has. When Abbigail’s immune system is activated, it begins to fight and destroy the cells in her brain, causing multiple cells to misfire and often creating the perfect environment for brain damage and that is when we begin to see the symptoms described above. If the damage caused is extensive enough, the regression in Abbigail’s abilities and functions could quickly become a relapse in the disease, requiring more than patience and antiviral or antibiotic treatment. During a relapse, OMS must be stopped as quickly as possible to minimize the permanent brain damage that is occurring. At diagnoses, the peak of her illness, and when she has relapsed in the past, She has completely lost the ability to speak, slurring her sounds, has also lost control of her trunk, losing the ability to even sit up on her own, she’s even lost her ability to walk and crawl during relapses and self feeding was impossible. This is when we would begin more chemotherapy, new experimental drugs and stronger immunosuppressive treatments to stop her immune system from functioning, putting her back in that vulnerable and dangerous state she knows all too well. 

So this is where Abbigail finds herself in treatment today. Hopeful we can wean her off of the treatments that are affecting her growth and long term bone health but also fearful to remove the drugs that have kept her brain safe from relapses over the last two years. She has done each and every treatment protocol and trial available to children in Canada and the US to date and is still unable to wean from the destructive drugs keeping her immune system at bae. 

I can’t thank you all enough for your support and prayers throughout this journey and for checking in over the last few months during my online absense. Abbigail and our family is continuously blessed by you all! Thank you!

The journey continues…

Dealing with life’s daily interruptions are grueling when you have a sick child. Especially when “daily interruptions” can mean trips to the ER. Anyone who has been through the journey of caring for a child with cancer can attest to the fact that a family experiences many levels of loss along the way. The process of loss does not begin with the death of a child. In fact, personal losses for parents and siblings begin to pile up early, from the beginning of therapy to the final outcome of treatment. From the first day of treatment, daily life is irrevocably changed by the demands of caring for the sick child, and everyone in the house feels the pain. Siblings experience a great deal of uncertainty and anxiety, based primarily on the absence of their sick sibling and one, or possibly both parents, due to long hospital stays, or late night departures to the emergency room when chemo’s side-effects kick in, demanding treatment. Parents lose individual time with the healthy siblings, family dinners get skipped, school and special occasions get missed. It’s all part and parcel of the great amount of time that has to be devoted to the sick child, and the sacrifices that come with this reality. Siblings are acutely aware of the absence of their parents. What we wanted most to avoid was becoming isolated from our healthy children. Making sure they were involved in the care of their sister was an important way to stem the feeling of loss and isolation, and keep everyone together. How much that helped Abbigail’s two brothers I can’t be sure, but at least we are trying to keep our family normal, in an otherwise abnormal situation. While it’s important to focus on the healthy kids and how they are feeling, keeping a close eye on your spouse and their feelings is of equal or possibly greater importance. Given the difficulties and time constraints caring for a sick child can put on a relationship, it’s easy to grow apart. Most of the time, mom is one place, dad is another. I know this is a reality in our experience, the loss of personal time together in just about every aspect. The challenge is to try and restore some of the intimacy and private moments, while still dealing with the constant pressure of caring for your family. Ultimately, depending on the progression of the disease, there will be lesser, or greater losses the family will experience. Communicating with Matthew and the boys on how everyone is feeling, trying to keep us close, both emotionally and physically, is the goal, hopefully mitigating some of the loss that caring for a Abbigail has brought to our family over the last three and a half years. 

Today Abbigail and I are cuddling beneath a bright pink Barbie blanket, enjoying each other’s company, but it isn’t in the comfort of home and it isn’t surrounded by our loving family. We are in hospital. The boys are back home with Daddy trying to carry on with the daily chores and coping with the daily losses implicated when Abbigail is in hospital, and Mama by her side. 

Our family has been blessed this past month with the gift of time. We were given use of a home in Orlando, which offered our family the opportunity to drive down to Florida and have unplanned, uncharted time together, without treatment interruptions, or medical appointments. Abbigail was well the time we were away, with the exception of a few days of cough and cold, and she was able to have her NG tube removed, as she now eats well enough and is able to take her medications orally. She turned five years old during our trip and had the time of her life; splashing her toes in the water, enjoying breakfast with Sophia the First (child princess from Disney) and spending each day with her brothers and both parents without exceptions. There were no hospital visits and no additional medications or blood to be drawn. After countless beautiful sunny days with Mickey and his pals and so much pool side fun, we hit the highways for two days to get back home. We chose to detour 12 hrs though, which gave  us the chance to visit with close friends in Memphis. They have been relocated there for almost a year now, seeking life saving treatment for their daughter, Abbigail’s best friend, Phoebe. This entire trip, as busy as it was, truly was a huge break for our family, an opportunity to be together without planned interruption, a blessing beyond comparison.  There continued to be small daily losses as Abbigail still suffered from the sometimes debilitating OMS symptoms, which made the day to day struggling at best, but in the end it was magical.  Once all of the roads were behind us and we finally saw our fields, local farms and neighbours, we were relieved to be home and back to our comfort zone. As amazing as the ignorance has been this past month, we knew that this serene feeling of freedom from the diseases that have festered our lives for years, was likely over. 

Abbigail was due for her follow-up MRI on her liver lesions only two days after returning home. Wednesday, May 27th, she underwent sedation for the umpteenth time and had images taken of her abdomen and pelvis, with the focus being on her liver. After two days of waiting for results, we arrived to hospital again Friday the 29th of May to hear that her tumours have now doubled to an astronomical number of 60+ spots confined to her liver. This is not only puzzling to her team, but also very concerning and worrisome. Abbigail is continuing to pave her own way and write her own story about Neuroblastoma, relapsed disease and living with OMS from infancy through childhood and we will keep following and supporting her with all of the hope and faith that we can muster. 

That Friday also turned out to be one of those unimaginable moments in a parent’s life, when they hold their child tightly, fearing the worst, but knowing that life is a gift…that this child is a gift that can be taken from us at any given moment. That moment of surreal fear brought nauseating feelings to our clinic room Friday morning as Abbigail threw herself to the floor in agonizing pain only mere minutes after showing off her talented dance moves. 

Abbigail appeared to be in septic shock as her body temperature rose well above 40 degrees Celsius and her heart rate jump to 175, forcing her bloodpressure to plummet down hard and fast. This brought on severe headaches, uncontrollable shakes and shivers and confusion. Abbigail was suffering from sepsis, what was once called blood poisoning. It was quickly determined that Abbigail’s entire system had been “showered” in bacteria when her lines were flushed post blood draw. It turns out Abbigail likely had her central venous lines too close to the pool in Florida, where bacteria came into contact with foreign and vulnerable object in her body. She was immediately started on antibiotics, cultures were sent off to the labs for analysis and we were transferred from the day unit care to inpatient, where we would be for the coming weeks. 

So again, here we are cuddling, well actually she’s snoring now, and although it has only been a few days, it feels like a lifetime.  We have so much uncertainty to face and far too many unanswered questions for both infectious disease and our oncology team, that taking it day by day even sounds and feels insurmountable. 

Her Spirirt is seeing her through

Abbigail’s spirit is such a gift. Something so special it is just as rare as her diagnoses. She runs at her challenges and faces them head on…never giving up. 



We have stood up for her, battled for her and carried her for over three years as she suffered the unimaginable over and over again. We are tired. She is tired. Her brothers are tired. Our family is tired. Exhaustion never stopped Abbigail to date. It won’t stop us either. As we watch her get up from a fall, shake as she tries to cap her lipstick or repeat herself tirelessly to get her thoughts across, we are never short on inspiration. Abbigail is not giving up!

Over the last few weeks we have brought Abbigail for blood work, tests, clinic visits and we’ve watched her fall asleep by anaesthetic a handful of times. All in the name of hope. We had hoped to find an explanation for her symptoms, her lack of improvement and the nodules riddling her liver and threatening her future…her spirit. 

The latest scans, done on Thursday, revealed multiple new lesions, growing and enhancing nodules and possible damage to surrounding areas and organs. She is experiencing some abdomen pain and back pain, above and beyond her chronic pain caused by year’s of steroid treatments, chemotherapies and in addition to her torturous OMS attacks and flares. Her liver enzymes measured in her blood are slightly elevated however other than these symptoms, we have no other explanations or indications to provide answers for these aggressive nodules in her liver. We have consulted physicians at both CHEO and SickKids. We have a team of oncologists, neuroblastoma specialists, radiologist, pathologists, and surgeons reviewing her images, lab results and biopsy slides trying to piece this mystery together because she is falling into every minority, rarity and impossible diagnosis. To date we have eliminated many possible diagnoses but have still not been able to dismiss more Cancer. 

Tomorrow this team that cares for Abbigail, their little hallway hero, the firecracker they all know, recognize and hear in the halls several times a week, will meet again to plan the safest way to obtain a new piece of tissue from the largest of tumours in her liver, on her backside. The hope is that this could provide insight and a path forward for treatment. She is not in any immediate danger and she is far from critical, however time is of essence because as we have seen, within a week these ugly things have already grown and spread and have been steadily doing so since December. 

Abbigail will continue to fight and we will fight with her…

Please keep her in your prayers. 

She continues to laugh and spread her joy!

In Abbigail’s mind, there is always laughter to be had and smiles to be shared.

Today she beamed down the halls of the hospital, waving to the many staff she has come to know and cherish; the cafeteria cook and cashier, the pharmacy assistant, the coffee shop ladies who keep mama awake and the ultrasound techs who took care of her baby cousin. She was such a proud big girl today, showing off her baby cousin and ensuring he knows his way around CHEO. While he was meeting his new doctors and having his first CHEO experience, she was doing routine central line maintenance, having her lines “unclogged” and blood work drawn for her weekly virology tests.

She doesn’t understand the details behind her diagnosis, she doesn’t know anything different than the multiple weekly visits to CHEO, treatments, surgeries, “sleepy time” (anaesthetic) and clinics. Abbigail is blessed with the naivety of a baby, not understanding why strangers are intruding in their personal space, but knowing their parents will keep them safe. Abbigail is still very much like her 4 month old baby cousin today, even at the beautiful age of almost five. She doesn’t know that she has a rare and incurable disease for which she has battled for three years and continues to. She doesn’t realize that the “medicine” that saved her life twice already, received through her central lines, aka “tubies,” is in fact chemotherapy and that it could cause future, secondary cancers, and life long, sometimes detrimental side effects. Abbigail is graced with a certain ignorance despite having her innocence robbed from her three years ago.

Tomorrow she will walk back into CHEO to have her liver scanned. It shouldn’t be long before we have more information and before we have a plan forward…something to cling onto and pray for.

Please keep her in your prayers tomorrow morning and envision a “healthier” liver for our princess. She deserves to register for kindergarten and not have to withdraw again this year.

Thank you everyone for all of the support!