I was at a local early years centre this morning, chatting with my sister-in-law about my messy morning and as we're talking, she was tickling my niece. Anyone who knows my niece can attest to the fact that she's adorable (and reminds me of Brooklyn's little days) and silly and fun.
My niece lifted up her shirt, begging for more tickles.
I stared.
My eyes were fixated on her adorable stomach.
There was no scar there.
My heart hurt.
My eyes stung.
It caught me off guard, to feel such grief.
Brooklyn's belly will always mark the place where doctors saved her life.
She will tell her cancer story every time someone notices the scar.
A four inch bravery line.
A lifetime of courage.
#TeamBrooklyn #WarriorPrincess
This blog was created in 2011 to capture my very personal journey of leaving full time work to become a work-at-home mother of three beautiful children. Naturally, this space has morphed into a place of personal reflection, celebration and sometimes even sadness. I’ve written about childhood cancer, food allergy and anaphylaxis, grief, marriage, friendship, parenting and everything in between, all with a growing sense of mindfulness and gratitude. Please, grab a cup of tea and stay awhile.
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Tuesday, June 14, 2016
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