My big sister carried me on her back for a little while. As usual, they didn't have any t-shirts my size. I guess they think kids don't get cancer. (Mom's note: The benediction, of course, ended with "in Jesus's name". Because apparently only Christians get cancer.)
The first lap in the relay was just for cancer survivors. Mom walked with me, though. Dad said it was okay, because Mom survived my cancer, too.As we walked around the track, people stood and clapped for all of us wearing the "Survivor" shirts. The track has this cool red dirt and little rocks on it, so I kept trying to stop to play with it. Mom wouldn't let me stop. Meanie. But she promised I could play with the dirt at the end.
Eventually, Mom gave up and just carried me. As people clapped for me, I waved. I think Mom didn't understand what was going on, because she was crying a lot of the time. See, if she'd just stopped and played in that cool red dirt, I just know she would have felt better.Don't worry, Mom. I beat cancer's butt when I was just a baby, and if I need to, I'll do it again!
You go, babycakes, you're a winner no matter what!
ReplyDeleteGo, LW, Go! There are a lot of us out here in the blogosphere rooting for you! (and your mom, too...)
ReplyDeleteWonderful post, LW. It is so nice to see pictures of you and even the back of your mom (nice hair!) to put faces (or hair) with the names of people we care about so much across space and time and this old internet. I agree - we all need to spend more time just playing with the dirt. Hugs to you and your family - Elizabeth
ReplyDeleteWe love you, LW (and your mommy, too).
ReplyDeleteSo incredibly sweet.
ReplyDeleteoh my garsh! That is one cute warrior! I am smitten even more than I already was...
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