It can't possibly be Friday again ...can it?

Hospital time.It's the strangest thing.Moments where it drags and others when it flies.This week flew.And I was thankful for it.Happy to put last week behind.Last week held a lot of sadness for me.Deep,raw pain for others and their journeys traveled and mainly for ones they are about to embark on.The pain for me is still there.I am just finding a better way to channel it.Or at least trying.Tonight after passing off duty to Mark, I wearily headed down stairs to the lobby of CHLA and to the parking lot elevators.As I was approaching the lobby,this beautiful music was streaming from the lobby.It was piano music.In the lobby of the hospital is a black grand piano that primary sits idol,un-played, not used,for months on end.It looks oddly out of place and it's origin and use I am totally clueless to.All I know is,that tonight it was being played.And beautifully at that.A physician,scrubs and all,sat behind the keyboard and played away.I so wanted to sit and get lost in it but home was beckoning as it was after 9 already.But, as I stepped onto the elevator,the tears just came.The music was peaceful and soothing and reminded me of how much I am missing music in my life right now.The same thing struck me the other evening when I went to the cafeteria late at night and the night shift cook had a Rod Stewart Great American Classic CD playing.I miss music.Music seems to transcend where ever life has managed to dump you at the moment.In our house we love all kinds of music.One of my fondest memories when the kids were little was when Mark would sit them on his lap,music blasting and he would have their little arms going a mile a minute to the beat and rhythm of air drums and guitar.So,tomorrow I am on a quest to figure out how I will bring music to my days at CHLA.Whether it is a simple cd player or my Ipod with a Ipod dock.All I know is that music for me is healing and sometimes,depending on what I am listening to,it is second to praying.I'll let you know how it pans out.On to Zoey.She had a few so-so days.Which her so-so's are so not a big deal compared to others on that floor.She has got that,"I need my red blood pick me up" look and her petechiae and bleeding from her gums said bring some platelets while your at it.Monday will see to that, I am sure.Other than that she is plugging away.Still waiting on counts.Still doing our best to keep our daily lives flowing the best we can.Everyone is doing such a magnificent job of it.I am so very proud of my children.Each of them teache me something new every single day.Their strength,faithfulness,resiliency,selflessness,and innate human goodness astound me ... daily.Slow and steady we go.We are almost there and before we know it we will be able to say we are more than half over with treatment.3 down,2 to go.Soon.Very soon.Please continue to lift Miss Zoey in prayer.She is doing some serious butt kicking thanks to God's grace and our prayers.That ..... and it doesn't hurt when you have the heart of a warrior.

* Pictures:the many faces of Zoey and our little friend Madison who is 4,is on 4W and has neuroblastoma.Her mom is Taylors manager at In N Out.How crazy is that?Madison is another one of those amazing kids that I have talked about who just effortlessly takes what has been dealt to her,never complains and STILL,fills those halls with her joyful personality.