Where do I even begin? I am only writing this because sweet Ivy is scooting around the halls with her Daddy, and I have a few minutes with a Ivy-free lap. This week has been a whirlwind, to say the least. I guess I should start with a where, what, how, when, and WHY? All questions I constantly keep asking myself.
On Monday, May 18th, we took her in for a well baby check-up, and I had mentioned to the doctor my concerns about her bruising. Ivy is a tough cookie (with two older brothers, you kind of have to be), and the doctor shrugged them off because they were mainly on her legs. I am an advocate, as most of you are/should be, and really pushed for a blood test just to see if there was something wrong. I assumed it was anemia and that we would get a iron-rich diet handout and be on our way. I was wrong, so wrong. Tuesday, May 19th, we went in for the blood test in the afternoon and that evening we were called to immediately come in and admit Ivy Scout to the Oncology Unit. Wednesday, the 20th, was full of tests on tests on tests, and on Thursday, May 21st, we found out news that no parent wants to hear– our tender little sweetheart was diagnosed with Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia.
Again, this week has been a blur. It still doesn’t feel real, and it didn’t really hit me until Ivy received her first dose of chemotherapy last night. And at the moment I realized that we are treating cancer, giving our daughter horrible, rough, medicines, to fight something even worse.
We received great news that the leukemia hadn’t yet reached her spinal fluid. We are so relieved, and even smiled so much last night knowing we were on the right track and that we are hoping to beat this cancer. We have a long recovery ahead of us, and I say recovery because our sweet girl is such a fighter. I have read every comment, and a friend sent me this one– A little meaning behind the name Ivy– The Druids prized the ivy plant as a symbol for tenacity and determination: ivy can grow, spread, and flourish under many conditions – cultivated land or wasteland, in light or near darkness, fertile soil or upon rubble and stones. It will push its way through tiny cracks and crevices to reach the light and is strong and difficult to destroy.
We appreciate everyone taking time to think about, pray for, and uplift Ivy in her recovery. Thank you to each and every one of you for the prayers, the love, the encouragement during this time of uncertainty. I knew this community was strong, but the support we have felt over the last five days hasn’t gone unnoticed, and has helped lift our spirits. We will never be able to say thank you enough.