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It's that time again for Allorahs doctors appointment. We are here at DFW waiting for the next leg of our flight. It's gonna be a long day. Hopefully the traffic won't be too bad when we get to Chicago and can make it to Toro Sushi at a decent time and before it gets too crowded. Allorahs not the most patient person when it comes to her food.
You would think this trip that we have to make every 2 1/2 to 3 months would get easier but it doesn't. The realization hits home each time that there is no cure yet, that the JDM still ravages her little body and that the awful medications are still coursing thru her system. So no, it never gets easier. 10 1/2 years of this is alot for anyone to have to undergo. I look at Allorah and I see a hero. Someone who never complains about being sick or about losing her hair or the nausea that her medications cause or the pain from the injections each week for her chemo or the IV infusions each month. She no longer cries when it's time for her blood work, she now jumps up on the MRI and CT scan table by herself, she now asks the doctors all her own questions and she now prepares her own injections and checks her own blood sugar. She no longer needs me to lay out all her pills each day, she does it herself. No child should ever have to experience that and yet mine has. I hate this disease!!!
So now I have vented and here we venture on. Searching and searching and praying for a cure. One day...


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Location:Gate 9 at DFW Airport