"Don't worry 'bout a thing, 'Cause every little thing gonna be all right." -Bob Marley
Sephine was back at Dana Farber, Jimmy Fund Clinic, getting her Chemotherapy yesterday. It was "big chemo day" (our nickname). She is home now, recovering.
Mondays are very busy days in clinic. Long, long days.
Looking around yesterday, I was again reminded of how amazing and resilient these children are that get such severe diseases. Maybe having no hair, no eyebrows, no eyelashes makes the smile more beautiful. Seeing such soft skin and bright eyes, and when they smile, their whole face lights up.
Then my focus turned to the parents of these children. What an amazing strength these parents have in helping to keep their children smiling. Look at them all. Some looked so tired, so worn, so burdened, others were playing with their children, talking to them, hugging them. I thought, none of us parents probably knew that we could do something like this until it was in the midst we found ourselves doing it.
It reminded me of when we first started down this road with Sephine, almost 6 months ago. I remembered wondering so many things. Asking so many questions, crying. Those first two weeks were so hard. Hardest of all on Sephine, her body had to endure so much so fast. One particular time during those weeks stands out the most.
Sephine was getting her bone scan, we were in the room with her. She was on the table, lying still, watching a video, while the machine did its thing. It was quiet. I thought I would journal, but I did not have a pen. I looked around the room, no pen. I went to the waiting room to ask to borrow a pen, no pen. As I turned to walk back, the man sitting by the door said "I have a pen, use mine...in fact, keep it." I said "thank you so much, and of course, it's my favorite color green...thank you." He smiled at me.
As I was walking down the hall, feeling ever so grateful, and exhausted that this was the last of the "tests" Sephine had to do for awhile, I glanced down at the pen. A real estate pen, and on it, a Bible verse. I read it, tears streaming down my face, and bolted back out the waiting room to tell this man, well, to hug this man, and tell him he had no idea how much this pen would always mean to me. I got to the waiting room, he was gone.
I stood there and smiled. And cried. Then went back to where Sephine was getting her scan. With tears in my eyes I showed Doug the pen...
"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." -Romans 8:28