From my journal...

From my journal...

"those little killer cells are downstairs getting ready--preparing to be transplanted into Alexis' body--little pac-man heads with shark teeth, going in and eating the cancer away--I pray. But back to Debbie. Her delirium post wake up was hilarious--but in all seriousness, every minute, Debbie asked, "did you take enough? how much did you get? was it four pounds of marrow?..." She wanted the assurance--needed the assurance. 

She later said to me while we were sitting in the clinics grandiose nursing room, swallowing the last bit of her Aroma egg sandwich, "I just want to make sure she gets enough." She said it with such confidence and emotion--tears brewing in her beautiful green/blue eyes--wearing nothing but a hospital gown and a pair of TNA pants--she wanted me to know, in that moment, how badly she wanted this to work. She wanted me to know, how badly, as a mother she wanted to be able to provide her daughter with what we hope and pray will keep Alexis' body cancer free. 

Debbie truly is amazing. Has been with Alexis every step of the way--flying to another part of the world to fight for her daughters life--and now for the first time, she literally has a hand in saving Alexis' life. She said to me, in one way or another, that she gave her blood first (at birth), then the donor from the last transplant and now she is giving Alexis her blood again. Full circle as she calls it. Putting back what she gave Alexis in the first place. 

Now the tug o war inside Alexis' body begins...and though the smile on her face is larger than normal and the glistening in her eyes is brighter, we know, we all know, that in life, no matter who you are, you never know what tomorrow brings.