Posted: October 29, 2014
3 Years Old at Diagnosis
On November 12, 2008 my family celebrated the third birthday of my daughter, Lexie. The following evening she was admitted into the hospital after blood work revealed something was seriously wrong.
She had been tired, pale, had bruises on her legs, and even had an occasional nose bleed. I had made excuses for it all and wouldn’t face what my gut had been screaming for the past couple of weeks. She had fallen outside causing bruises, we had turned the heat on causing nosebleeds, and she was tired because it had been a busy time with her birthday and all. I will never forget the doctor coming in and telling my husband and me that our baby girl most likely had acute lymphoblastic leukemia (ALL) – not that I even really understood at that point what kind of cancer that was. I just knew it was not the way life should be.
The diagnosis was confirmed the next day with a bone marrow aspiration. Lexie began chemo right away on November 14, 2008. The next 26 months were filled with trips to the clinic for chemo and the occasional hospital stay when she became sick from not having an immune system. Lexie endured countless rounds of chemo and painful procedures, but very rarely did she complain. She cried when something scared her, but would still allow it because somehow at that young age, she knew we were trying to make her better.
Lexie took her last dose of chemo on January 21, 2011. She is currently eighteen months off treatment and thriving. Her blood work continues to be excellent and show no sign of the disease returning. That is a fear I will always have, but I try to let it remain in the deepest part of mind to keep it from controlling our lives.
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