Sometimes, with this whole cancer thing, I think, "Well, it's a pain in the ass, but it's not this big tragic thing every day. It's not like the commercials for St. Jude's, with sweet sad music in the background, and quivering-lipped smiles. It's just doing what you gotta do to get past this."
But then occasionally, something will happen, like today, that reminds me that this isn't something like psoriasis (sister had it) or pigeon-toes, necessitating leg braces (me), or allergies (brother).
It's cancer. And it's scary. And it's bad.
Right now, she's awake, after her long benadryl-fueled nap. This might be a long night.
She's watching a Lazy Town DVD and licking a Ring Pop from the surprise bag. Doing what tons of other 3 year olds are doing right now. Except she's hooked up to an IV.
Right now, that really pisses me off. Because there's a lot of other things she should be doing. But she's busy.