We believe she has cancer.
We must do more tests.
She requires chemotherapy.
We need to move quickly.
I remember that afternoon, in the OR.
Desperately trying to calm her.
She was screaming at the doctors.
Name calling.
Pure terror.
I remember holding her.
Tight.
Down to the bed.
Still.
Begging her to calm down.
Telling her she would be ok.
I remember.
I can't forget.
On Monday, I was fortunate to experience this.
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| Brookie as she boarded the boat for OuR Island, Camp Trillium. |
My beautiful girl.
Healthy now, and two years older.
So wise and mature.
Yet so young and unknowing.
I want to go.
I can do this alone.
I'm not nervous.
Off she went.
Stone-faced.
To camp.
Alone.
The girl who held me so tightly, two years ago, is now free.
Free to grow.
Free to trust others.
Cancer-free.
It's such a beautiful gift, and such an amazing new memory to hold.
Next to the bad, here stands the good.
The opportunity.
Her life.
My God, we are so blessed.
