Tonight, we went to the American Cancer Society's Relay for Life. Little Warrior took her "survivor lap" with all the other survivors. She was by far the youngest there. I walked the lap, with her in the sling, looking somewhat absurd, as the smallest survivor tshirt they had was an adult-small. I put it on her anyway, so she had the appearance of drowning in a big purple puddle.
As we walked the lap, people on the sidelines clapped. Well, anytime LW hears clapping, she claps. So there she is, folded up like a pretzel in the sling, her head sticking out of the giant tshirt, clapping her two little hands.
We left behind us a lot of people wiping their eyes.
Survivor. 14 months old, and a survivor of cancer.
Dayum.
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I loved this story. Way to go, Little Warrior!
That mental image just made me so happy.
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