I had a pretty good idea about how to write a post that wasn't just flat bad news, but I'm too tired to follow up on that particular good idea.
So the quick story:
Annika took an orange-striped ambulance to Chicago this morning. She told the paramedic that she liked the color scheme much better than the usual red guys.
She had another big bleed starting this morning at 5 a.m., although we knew something wasn't quite right and took her to the E.R. yesterday. We went back home, hoping it was just a viral something or other. But no such luck.
She bled most of all of today, although Jörg reported from the hospital tonight that the bleeding seems to be slowing down. I didn't get much else out of him because Annika was demanding a story from him.
I did get out of him that the ultrasound today showed that her hepatic artery is narrowed, which is not at all good for a liver. Not at all.
Also, the latest theory being bandied about is that Annika has an extremely rare case of Graft Versus Host Disease. Actually, it's not at all rare for bone marrow transplant recipients, but it's pretty much unheard of in the pediatric liver transplant world. Nonetheless, her pulmonologist tells us that the imaging of Annika's lungs looks an awful lot like GVHD.
Her liver doctors are not convinced.
I totally have the feeling that this is the beginning of another round of bad bad bad. And my instincts are usually spot on, even if I am a self-confessed mess right now.
Damn you, seven.