Apparently there's a book out called "I Wish My Kids Had Cancer: A Family Surviving the Autism Epidemic." No link -- if you want it, go search it out.
I won't get into any moral outrage over the title of the book, though I will admit to feeling physically ill just reading the title.
But it did bring to mind the question -- which poison would you choose for your child? Potentially lethal poison, but other than that, your child will be "normal"? Or a non-lethal poison whose affects will last your child's entire life? The penultimate Sophie's Choice.
I don't have an apple-apple comparison to make with the book.
But I do have a friend, Nancy, whose blog I follow, and she, mine. I don't remember how we found each other. But we "met" when Little Warrior was going through Cancer Part One. At the time, she was trying to come to terms with the diagnosis given to her only child -- Williams Syndrome.
She and I have never contrasted our children's situations. We have compared notes. There's some overlap between our experiences.
I know that I have never looked at her and thought, "Oh, I wish Little Warrior had that instead of cancer." I have read her blog and felt myself lucky at times. And by the sympathy she has extended to me during hard times, I feel safe in saying there have been times when the last thing she would have wanted was to be in my place.
Nothing's clean in either story. Even if LW makes it to be called "cured," for the rest of her life we will have to worry about cardiac toxicity, secondary cancer caused by the chemos, issues with the radiation .... etc etc etc.
William's syndrome has its own health problems, necessitating trips to various specialists. Like me, she reads stories of other children with the same label as her child ... and some have very sad endings. And she cries. Just like I cry.
I don't wish my child had autism. Or Williams Syndrome. I doubt she wishes her child had cancer.
I wish my child were healthy. I bet she does, too.