If there's no sign of pulmonary hypertension, then we start investigating the Graft Versus Host Disease hypothesis.
She's going to Chicago with Jörg for an echocardiogram tomorrow, as well as a repeat of some of her pulmonary function tests. She might be (most likely) going for a right-heart catheterization in the next couple of weeks, as that is the only way to definitively diagnose portopulmonary hypertension.
Also on the calendar:
Saturday: A lemonade stand. Annika has been begging me to do a lemonade stand for over a year now. But we live on a street that goes absolutely nowhere; just a little part of the "S" of concrete that snakes through our subdivision. So I wasn't exactly sure who she imagined she was going to be selling this awesome lemonade to. I think she got the idea from Max and Ruby, and I didn't want to have to point out to her that she doesn't have a Grandma Bunny here in town who would send all her gardening bunny friends over to ensure the success of her first entrepreneurial enterprise.
But our neighbor is holding a garage sale on Saturday, and she kindly agreed to give Annika a portion of their sidewalk to practice her questionable marketing skills. So if you live in town and find yourself thirsty on Saturday, come on by. Annika will be the sticky kid asking me every five minutes if I can please go check our garden for fresh mint one more time, because everyone knows that that is the secret ingredient in Grandma Bunny's special lemonade.
I'm already trying to figure out how to convince her that my secret ingredient is extra powder. Also, extra water.
Sunday: Paddle boating at Moraine View State Park, or maybe Comlara Park. There may be campfires involved. Quite possibly s'mores. Perhaps even tents and sleeping bags. I guess the only thing we know for certain is that, at some point, we all will be treated to the soft popping sounds of Little Girl Heads exploding from joy. Also, a Little Dog Head.