Waiting For Her Daddy

Ashley is anxiously awaiting the arrival of her daddy. Her mommy made her take a bath this morning even though she stated through her screaming that she didn't care if she was stinky. She continued to proclaim in protest that he would love her anyway, but unfortunately for Ash her mommy is bigger and she can make her do things even if she doesn't want to. So now we have a sweet smelling baby to cuddle with all day long. I promise to have Dave post a few new pictures tonight.

Our night was pretty much the same as the others have been this week. She cried and whimpered "mama" over and over again. Even as I held her and rocked her I could not convince her that it was going to be ok. As we drifted in and out of sleep I would often wake with an overwhelming feeling that I needed to pray. So I am not even sure what I was praying about, but at some point during my conversations with Him I would fall back to sleep. This morning Ash has been a little more consolable. She is actually sitting calmly on my lap watching me hunt and peck at the keys as I try to type with one hand. She just reached for Blake and Allie's picture and is now rubbing her little hands across their faces. I am so happy to see her do this. Ash has been completely uninterested and unresponsive to anything this week. This is actually the first sign of recognition towards something other than me that I have seen. I have been so frightened by the loss of her personality. I have a really big smile on my face right now watching her push them around the table. Ashley's screaming has seemed to have robbed us of her spirit. She has disappeared into this world of agitation, and I am desperately fighting to pull her back to us. There is so much going on inside of her body, and there are so many medications being used to battle it that we are losing parts of her in the process. I am determined to pull her through this period of her recovery. She will be given every opportunity to have the best life possible. We just have to kill the cancer first, and we will. Last night one of our favorite doctors spoke to me in our room and told me that if this cancer stays out of her brain(and it looks like it has so far) then it is just a "weenie type of cancer"(thats a direct quote!) and she is much, much stronger than it is. I know without a doubt that it is the prayers of thousands across the world that are giving her the strength she needs. I know He hears them all and I have a peace even in the middle of my disappointment that He is working in my Ashley's life.

I am going to let her type a little something to you all because my arms are tired of wrestling her. "refrt rwgnkoic3e9m9m0xm0xxzsxss" I'm not exactly sure of what she was trying to say, but I do see a couple of x and o in there and I guess she just wanted to tell you all how very much she loves you. Thanks for helping us carry this very heavy load. You are all loved not only by our Ashley, but also by her mommy and daddy. May you feel his spirit upon you today. God bless. Trish