Absolute neutrophil count (ANC) is a measure of the number of neutrophil granulocytes[1] (also known as polymorphonuclear cells, PMN’s, polys, granulocytes, segmented neutrophils or segs) present in the blood. Neutrophils are a type of white blood cell that fights against infection. The ANC is calculated from measurements of the total number of white blood cells, … [Read more…]

News From The Couch

  Yes, I got to go come home last night and my eyes are burning because I still wake up at five o’clock regardless. I sleep on the couch because both my head and my heart know it’s only temporary. Nonni stayed with Ashton last night and it’s a good thing. I got to leave … [Read more…]


Some people seem to understand my need to keep the door open. We need to keep the door open as long as possible. We are expecting the ANC to start dropping as this morning was the last chemo for round two. Soon, we will be bound to the room and the bed. Ashton fell twice … [Read more…]

An Open Letter

Dear Scott, Yesterday morning I opened the blinds before our son woke up and the downtown of Dayton, Ohio was covered with fog. However, the moon was full and hanging high above the shroud. I looked and said something to you, like I used to. I saw you. I said, hey, you. I wish you … [Read more…]

Here We Go.

I have officially switched to hospital mode. I am unstoppable. Mostly. Periodically. Unless Ashton is barfing and I am retching next to him and Beeper is BACK in full swing .( I can generally tolerate a child’s puking). I don’t know why, but I almost lost it this morning. It was due to a more aggressive … [Read more…]

The Poplar Street Boys

For about ten days now (I really don’t count those anymore), a small band of probably-someday-wayward boys show up on the edge of my lawn. Initially, they just wanted to play with Ashton even though they could have no idea how old he was. They, these boys range from seven to 13 so they didn’t … [Read more…]

A Song From Childhood

The word Seminole is a corruption of cimarrón, a Spanish term for “runaway” or “wild one”. Who knew they originated from Florida?   Ever since the days of old, Men would search for wealth untold. They’d dig for silver and for gold, And leave the empty holes. And way down south in the Everglades, Where … [Read more…]

The Birds Of Doom

Back in the day. Back in the 505, when we were up all night doing what we shouldn’t be doing, we heard them. The sweet, darling chirps of birds we didn’t even care the names of. We just knew we had not slept and the sun was coming up. I have been up before the … [Read more…]

Up All Night: It’s Just Practice

I am very grateful that my big brother is such a great editor. We, my sister, brother and I, plan to create a book for Ashton out of this blog. I seem to be losing my punctuation skills. In my defense, I write this with little sleep. I have been awake most of this night. … [Read more…]


BELLA! Ashton’s second play date ever in life occurred yesterday. My little brother has a friend with a daughter almost exactly Ashton’s age and this is huge because he needs to be kid. The little girl is very mature for her age, so they were a good match.   Not that he can’t be demanding, but … [Read more…]