A wonderful child sings for you...

Abigail is sequestered for Bone Marrow Transplant at University of California San Francisco

                   Abigail Brianne and beautiful Grandma Kate

A bone marrow transplant is scheduled for 7 year old Abigail at UCSF Parnassus Avenue in Sunset District of the city. The doctors are wonderful, the nurses too. She is hopeful, Mom and Dad worried but there all the way, and her brother is acting as stem cell donor.

 It is in Abigail's best interest to do the chemotherapy, and transference of stem cells,  at this point.

Abigail's Journey...

Abigail and Aunt Becky

Photos of Abigail and family...

 Abbi's hair is cut 

 

 Her new 'Posh' haircut

 

 Chemo blues

 Grandma Mary visits me

 

 Abbi and Aunt Mel

Abbi and Grandpa Rick

Daddy and brother Blake 

 Abbi plays with a friend  

 Rockin' out with Grandma Mary

 

 Blake helps sister Abigail with his own (baby blood) stem cells

 

 Blake does his part as 'hero' for sister Abbi

 Mommy is with me everyday

 My nose bleeds more than I like...

 The nice nurse cuts my hair before it comes out from chemotherapy 

 Aunt Backy visits me 

 My room is nice to play in because I will be here for two months at least

 

 I am getting puffy now... drugs do that to me

 

 I am tired of the whole ordeal but I don't complain too much because it will help me go back home again

The move back home...

I have no idea exactly the date but I was living in Sedona, Arizona at the time when my daughter called on my telephone and asked me if I remember telling her to get Abigail, my granddaughter tested for leukemia a year ago or so. Of course Abbi wasn't a baby anymore she was now 7 years old. She often had minor colds or a runny nose and looked under the weather sometimes but not often to her immediate family because they were living with her everyday so how could they see that there was a slight paleness to her skin or know that her infrequent nose bleeds weren't just from the low humidity or some normal occurrence as their private practice Pediatrician told the family when he examined her so many times in her young life and administered inoculations as is normal care of a child for American Medical Association.  This phone call turned out to be about a premonition I had about Abigail and at that time my daughter Candice asked me not to make her afraid she thought I was just saying 'what if ' to her again. I wasn't.  One week after that call I began selling my things and packing up for the long ride back to Northern California where my daughter her husband, and brother Blake, and Abigail were still living.