Thursday, August 30, 2007

Let me share a little of the good stuff

Okay, time to NOT hold back. Many of you have been on this ride with Little Warrior and me through the worst, darkest, scariest times. Reading Another Working Mom's post about her workplace made me realize that gee, I've shared the bad stuff -- how about I share a little of the good stuff?

Thursday, we had the appointment with LW's oncologist to go over the scans. I already knew they were clear, so there was no stress. Well, other than taking 4 kids downtown to the appointment.

Actually, it was all good. The kids were helpful with LW, and they enjoyed seeing the clinic again, especially the child-life specialist. Now that, my friends, is a calling. To be the person who explains, in child terms, what cancer is, what chemo is, and what the heck is going on with your brother/sister/self. She even goes out to the local schools when a cancer-kid goes to school, to explain to his classmates what's going on.

The oncologist was thrilled to see LW. You know that phrase "feasting his eyes on her"? That's what he did. And here's what he saw:

A fat, laughing little girl, with curls over her head, and a very faint scar bisecting her belly. Who was having a ball, jumping off the exam table, into Mom's arms. Over and over and over. And dashing out into the hall. And creating all kinds of mischief. Really, if you look close enough, you can see two little horns amidst the curls. And that's okay. Because it keeps us from wrapping her in cotton wool or treating her as if she's "precious." She is precious. They're all precious. But she ain't gonna let you treat her as such. She's a rough-tough, rum-tum-tugger.

Her oncologist carried her into the lab to show her off. "What the heck did you do to her?" they laughed. She doesn't look like a cancer kid.

Her older brother asked why the doctor was doing that. Why he was showing her off.

"You know how when you do really well on something at school, you want to put it on the refrigerator?" I asked him. He nodded. "Well, LW won't fit on his refrigerator."

That day, LW got to BE the good stuff for someone.


Anonymous said...

my turn to tear up. "won't fit on the fridge" ... Beautiful. Thanks for sharing.

Anonymous said...

SO sweet. Rum-tum-tugger, indeed. I haven't heard that expression in years!

Anonymous said...

And that, precisely that, is what gets me to work in the morning. Bad days, sure, but the good ones keep getting closer together. Fantastic news.

Lilylou said...

Terrific comment! I'll bet she is a little rum-tum-tugger. And it isn't all his doing either, but yours as well.

Earthbound Spirit said...

Fantastic! All that mischief is just a reminder that YOU are doing the right thing (no cotton wool or VIP treatment). Awesome.

Boobless Brigade Master said...

Must you give me goosebumps so early in the morning? Hehheh.
That is the SINGLE, MOST BESTEST post I have ever read in the Blog-o-sphere.
I may just have to repost it on my blog ifn' ya don't mind!