Emma is now being seen by the chief of pediatric endocrinology, the chief of nephrology, and the chief of rhumatology at Texas Children's in Houston. The child has more chiefs than Kansas City. That's in addition to her immunologist, her GI, and her opthamologist. That's a lot of ists. Anyway, she now has a medicine cabinet that would make Wilford Brimley jealous: synthroid, Cozaar, Singulair, Advair, and of course insulin. Her new docs at Childrens are absolutely wonderful, and the chief pedi endo fell in love with her and gave us his home number. He says that he doubts the Crohn's results were accurate; he thinks she will probably develop Celiac in addition to everything else. I believe his words were "We need to study her DNA and see exactly how far up this goes." I believe that if he were there, Joe Biden would have said "This is a big ------- deal." Her kidneys seem to be holding up, and her BG is pretty good considering all the other chaos going on in her little body. The funny thing about her visit is that someone stopped Amy and Emma in the hall and said, "Is that Emma?? We love your blog!" Emma ran into her own little fan club in Houston! On a serious note, the other night we were quite certain that her adrenal system was completely shutting down; it wasn't, but it's pretty sobering when you realize your precious little baby, at 5 years old, is as healthy as she's ever going to be in her entire life, and that by 20 years old she's likely to be hobbled by arthritis, GI problems, and even kidney failure; and that's assuming diabetes won't have had a significant impact by then. I don't mean to drag anyone down, but others don't quite get it, and when well-meaning co-workers ask how Emma is doing, or how her appointments went, I just reply "fine" because how in the world could I tell her story next to the coffee pot in the breakroom? How do you help people understand why I skipped her appointments in Houston and stayed at work when layoffs are afoot, even when it's obvious I won't be laid off as long as the company itself survives? All of us here live a very strange life that few would ever understand, and sometimes even trying to explain it only makes us seem more strange. Anyway, Emma goes to kindergarten half-days when she's well, and her endo walked in to hear her saying "Love is spelled L O V E. So the "e" is silent, right?" She's happy, smart, and of course cute as a button. And I'll take that.