I remember a few things about the morning we went to Riley. 1) I woke up and curled my hair. 2) I did not want to be a frequent member of the Simon family member parking garage. 3) I remember the way the fellow couldn’t look us in the eye before she left the room to get Dr. Plager. I thought curling my hair would wake me up, slap me out of the nightmare that was the past 12 hours with google at my fingertips. I even tried makeup, only to be cried off in the next few hours. The parking garage led to the waiting room, and I didn’t want any part of it. There were so many kids, playing. And I just kept praying that my kid wouldn’t be one of them. For sake of privacy, we will just call her the fellow. She was kind and she was gentle. She didn’t talk much, she kept doing all these funny things to get Sloane to look certain ways, she kept repeating them and she was doing it to both eyes and that’s when we knew. We didn’t need Dr. Plager to tell us what we already knew. But she brought him i
“In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials.” 1 Peter 1:6 I never knew how a person fought a battle such as a cancer diagnosis. I would look at them, I would take care of them, I would pray for them, but I never knew how they got from day to day. I never fully understood how life went on, how day to day tasks remained the same and still managed to get done. I never understood that the doctor appointments didn’t get easier, I never fully gripped the never ending emotional roller coaster they were on. I never really understood any of that, until this morning when I realized I am them. I am those people I’m praying for, I am the one still making to do lists and I am the one still holding my breath going in to every doctors appointment. I am the one protecting, understanding, crying, praying, and rejoicing, I don’t know how I got here, I didn’t know I was meant to make it to where I’m standing now. Sloane is in