Rogaine Shmogaine.

I love this little girl.

 

One week ago today Ms. Bella had the last of her third round of treatment.  She is so brave, and I could not be more proud of her.  The joy while leaving that hospital on Tuesday was so thick you could taste it (and we did.  via an ice cream treat.  that’s the same as joy, isn’t it?). 

We’re not done yet.  Now she goes on maintenance for the next year and a half.  But on maintenance we only have to go to the hospital once a month (!!) and most of her treatment is home administered.  It adds to our ridiculous collection of medication under our sink, but I am so excited that she won’t have to be pricked and prodded for every round of treatment now.

Her body has responded very well to treatment so far.  Since she came to us her counts (which basically tell you how well her body can fight off infection) have only risen, and for several weeks have been at the same level as someone without her disease.  Amazing.  God is good.  (Thank you for your prayers.)

 

And did you catch it?  In that picture up there?

 

 

Hair. And those eyelashes?  I’ve never seen such eyelashes before.

She is a perfectly beautiful little girl without it.  From the inside out.  And if you know her for more than five minutes, you don’t even notice anymore.

But it means more than beauty.  It means health. growth. improvement. 

When she’s in the tub and I reach down to wash it (because it’s long enough to wash now!) it’s like seeing God’s rainbow in the sky.  A promise.  Things are getting better.  She is getting better.

Every blessing you pour out I’ll turn back to praise.