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February 01, 2006



[expletive]! [expletive]! [expletive]! Sending all members of your family my very best wishes.

Amanda M

Ahh....and back to the central issue that just won't blankety-blank go away. Annika and Tigerlily both have unexplained bleeds, post-tx, over and over and over again. So, if little ol' me knows of two cases, there must be more. and why??? maybe you two families can team up and all your docs can compare notes. There HAS to be an explanation.Glad you had a little break, at least. Thank goodness for small favors....Hugs,Amanda


Another day, and more prayers and love. x

Kim, mom to Sami and Kyle

I'm screaming for you Moreena... I will keep Annika in my prayers and am supporting you in thought.

Lisa and Aiden



Anni, sorry you're bleeding again cookie. Straws.... and ketchup... hmmmm... yes. MUCH can be done with those two things! Have at it girlie!I'll just be here swearing under my breath. And praying for you lil muffin.


How crappy that your back at the hospital again!! Hopeing that tey resolve this very quickly. continued prayers tabitha logans mom

Beanie Baby

Oh, no. Oh, no.Thinking of you guys.


This just makes me cry. My heart goes out ot you....


I cannot tell you how bad I feel that you are back in hospital with a bleed (of all things!!!). It should not be happening. Don't you think that the varices that were still noticeable could still have caused this if it is still a smaller bleed. I hope to goodness it hasn't worsened since your post and that they have Annika's fever under control. Thinking of you as always, gosh you barely had time to catch up on your sleep. Take care,


I am incredibly sorry, and shocked, and saddened.I pray extra hard today, tomorrow--as long as it takes to get through this.Hoping for the best for you! I am so sorry.


moreena, there are no words. i came by but, the two of you were in the middle of what i am sure was a much needed nap. i will come and visit asap. love, genny



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Falling Down, November 2004

  • Balloon in hand, my 4-year-old
    twirled across the kitchen floor,
    singing nonsense words
    in her own key.
    "It's my gift!" she declared
    to the world at large, which
    was really only me,
    sitting at the table. Enough
    twirling, and she lost
    her balance, tumbling
    to the floor in a theatrical
    slapstick of elbows and knees.

    She lay on her back
    for a few seconds,
    at the textured ceiling
    with the mysterious
    spaghetti sauce stain.
    Suddenly she
    flapping her arms and legs
    there on the floor, as if to swish
    the imaginary snow
    into a snow angel.

    "Falling down is also a gift!" says she.

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