One phone call changed everything.
Earlier that day, Jasmine had gone for blood tests for some unexplained bruising she had noticed two days prior. She spent the afternoon with Gram Connie like she had many times.
Around dinnertime, Christine received a phone call with the results from the blood work.
Critical. Urgent. Go to the hospital.
Brad and Christine brought Jasmine in right away, while Eli went to spend the night at a friend’s house. JP and Connie followed shortly behind, while Gerry was home sick.
The Adams were admitted into a room in the emergency department to meet with a doctor while Connie and JP waited in the main area. One hour later Christine burst into the waiting room, and dissolving into tears, uttered the words it’s leukemia.
No. No. No. No. No. This can’t be happening. How could this happen? Why did this happen? No. No. No. No.
In shock, Gram went in to see her granddaughter while JP called the family to tell them the horrific news. Then they all joined together in the little room to comfort Jas and hear more what the doctor had to say. They were asked an overwhelming amount of questions, and poor Jas was poked multiple times as the IV was inserted.
And surprisingly, despite the tears and shock, there were sweet moments of laughter, chocolate chip cookies, and the incoming stream of messages from people praying.
They admitted Jasmine to Oncology and gave her platelets because her levels were dangerously low. Christine stayed with her (Jasmine’s room has an extra bench bed) while everyone else went home. And in the wee hours of the morning, some sleep eventually came.