Tomorrow, Little Warrior gets her 6 month CT lung scan and abdominal MRI. Today, I'm trying to put together a humor service.
Call me insane.
I guess it's denial of the highest degree, since I don't give this talk til February. What I really feel like doing is sitting somewhere and weeping a bit. But I'm a Mom, with two kids at home, and that tends to be the kind of thing that comes up later in therapy. Theirs, not mine.
On top of this is the fact that she's been dealing with the stomach virus that she caught from her sister. She seems to be better, cross fingers, touch wood. If she throws up again, we have to cancel the scans and reschedule.
My purple bracelet isn't here yet. Thank goodness.
Random thought ... I don't want LW to grow up thinking she's special because she had cancer. She IS special, but for much better reasons. She has a giant scar across her belly. I think I'll teach her that when people ask, she should say she once laughed so hard, she split in two.