More about Megan . . .

I forgot to add this to the last post ~

I mentioned that Meg has been really trying to help out around the house. Not only has she been loading the dishwasher, but the other day she "did the laundry" too. She loaded up the washer and emptied a almost-full family-sized container of laundry detergent into the washer. She has also emptied the trash can in the kitchen several times, even replacing the bag. This morning there was an odd smell as I came downstairs. Meg and Beth were playing in the playroom. Megan had started the dishwasher, which was partially full with last night's dishes, and filled the soap containers with Pine-sol. For those of you who may also have small helpful children, Pine-sol does not result in excessive amounts of bubbles like dish detergent, but it smells a bit like the cars that used to come through the drive-thru of the McD's I worked at in high school after the kids in them had been smoking pot. Odd. I also discovered a bowl in the cheese drawer of the fridge. It had a sheet of wax paper over it and was full of what looked like chocolate almond milk and canned mushrooms. Yum! Megan made it for breakfast (she used the can opener this time, not a steak knife - our can opener cuts along the edge in such a way that you can't cut yourself on either the can or the lid and is so difficult to use that Rob still has issues with it even after owning it for seven years).

I also forgot to add that my parents took Megan to their doctor of Chinese medicine while we were in MA. He felt her pulse and without me telling him anything told us that Meg's liver was not functioning properly as it seemed she had had a virus in it recently. He said that would have knocked out her immune system, caused fevers that fluctuated multiple times a day, and made her very emotional. Since he was able to tell me the specific symptoms she experienced without me even hinting at anything, we decided he seemed to know what he was talking about. He prescribed three powders and some pills for Meg to take for the next two months to help heal her liver and a few other parts of her that were affected (I wrote it all down, but don't have the list next to me). It was nice to have answers, and doubly nice that those answers were not a chronic condition or something like cancer. I don't ever want to go through an experience like those months again. I wish no one had to and it made me develop so much sympathy for parents of children who aren't as lucky. A friend of a friend lost her little girl, who was just a few weeks older than Kylie, a year ago to neuroblastoma. It makes my heart ache to read her blog and to know that there are other families who start off by going through similar experiences to ours, but their experiences don't end after a few months. My prayers are with them. It makes me appreciate the gift of my children so much more. We are so blessed.