My thoughts in clinic this morning...
Trying to smile through the stomach cramping; a side effect from this particular type of chemo she's on. The cries and uncomfortable screams from the exam room next to us make us feel so sad for the little girl with cancer. Her name is Aria. She's only 7 years old. She cries, "I don't wanna do it! I don't wanna do it!" As several nurses jump in to help, she cries again, "I'm scared! I'm too scared!" She finds her way to the floor, and hides behind the chair in the corner of the room. I sit here next to Tara, remembering her as my little, frizzy-haired girl running around carefree with a wad of gum in her mouth. What do you say to a child when they have cancer (or any disease)? How do you explain the pain they are going through? How do you keep them protected when they see frightening needles and you have to put them in big, scary machines? We sat with tears rolling down our cheeks, listening to Aria, experiencing all of her fears with her. Fight on, little one, with all the power from all of us in clinic this morning! Fight on!
