I am praying and anointing her head, hands and lips with oil. It seems as if every day a new situation comes forward and hinders her healing. A new shift and a new nurse and we get new numbers of low platelets. My daughter comes to relieve me and I go home to rest. I call frequently and my daughter says the nurse is hanging her medicines, I get this call at 6pm telling me that Leslie’s nose is bleeding. I walk in to my first wilderness crisis and what I believe was the turning point to her wilderness experience.