Gracie is doing much better.  She played for about two hours
yesterday before drooping like a tired little flower and getting a little fussy.  She slept
in her own bed last night for about six hours straight, and this
morning was cheerful again.  Blood count is back down, not quite
where it should be but good enough that the doctor didn’t even look at
her throat again (which she hates).  She was so sweet and so
brave, everyone wanted to talk to her and they love it when she get’s
mixed up with “How are you?” and “How old are you?”  It seems no
matter what they ask her she holds up three fingers.  It’s so
cute!  One of the nurses came in just to talk to her while the guy
drew her blood.  We don’t have to go back until after she’s
finished the antibiotic, and then it’s just to the lab to do more blood
work.  I don’t mind so much now that I’ve seen how well she
handles it.  Poor baby…three “pokes” in three days.  And
she still smiled at them and said hi.  Of course, she was eager to
tell everyone bye-bye as we walked out, too.

But, anyway…she’s much better.  Praise God!  And we’re
doing better.  I’m a little wiped out still, but everyone else
seems to be doing well, so the household is still functioning. 
Thank you all so much for your prayers.  It’s such a blessing to
have so many friends on here.