Monday, August 2, 2010

In Your Shoes

Dear child, I wonder what it's like to live in your shoes?

To have to stay in your room because your body can't fight off germs.
To have your long blonde hair fall out piece by piece because of your treatments.
To have to stay in bed because your pain is too much.
To be poked and prodded countless times a day in hopes that some sense will be made of how you are doing.

To step outside for the first time in three months.
To know that you have finished your very last treatment.
To hear from the doctor you are finally in remission.
To know you will be able to enjoy life as a kid again.

Although I do not know for sure, I do know I will be there caring for you each step of the way.

Yours Nursingly,

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