Thank you all for your prayers and wishes,
I called a little while ago, and the tech said that she is eating regularly, but she is still in oxygen. She said there was a teeny tiny bit of improvement, but only a little, and when I started to get excited and hopeful with any positive movement at all, she said, no, it really is only a very tiny improvement, not much at all, so I was shot down a bit thinking we were moving in the right direction and she needed to qualify that no, it is really nothing to get excited about. She said they sent Cassies X-rays out to another radiologist, a different one (these are not new X-rays, they are the same ones, only the radiologist is different.) They are hoping for a more definitive diagnosis I think. They say they will call when they have an answer. To me, the fact that she is eating regularly is progress. I need to hang on to any tattered shred of hope I have. I will go see her today, soon, I think. I was talking to my dad today, and I was saying that in my wildest dreams, when I took her into the ER, did I ever even suspect that she might have cancer. I pray it is not, but I am so devastated by this possibility. I cannot get my mind around it. She seemed perfectly fine before she vomited up her food. She was playful on my bed a couple of days ago, and even started to mount Muffin who is a whole pound and a half heavier than her, in order to show her how is boss. She was very playful. And the insane thing is, that she, of all people, does not deserve this. She is the most loving, kindest, gentlest little creature on God's green earth. Why is this happening to her on top of all her other crazy disabilities. She does not deserve to suffer like this. I don't understand this. How can such a beautiful, loving, sweet baby be made to suffer so much in life. How can this be fair in any sense of the word? Between her AAI, and her cysts on the brain and hydrocephalus, and eating disability, and etc, etc, (which we overcame, I thought) even the accidently poisoning with xylitol, after all this, and her being so brave and determined to survive in spite of how tiny she is, her enormous spirit and heart, how can the universe, or God or whatever, do this to her? I simply don't understand. My baby does not deserve this. She deserves a happy life. Why is this happening to her? Why?
PS, I left my shirt with her when I first brought her in, everyone, so you don't have to worry about that, it has been done