As she was falling asleep tonight, Cecylia was remembering a time she got stung by a bee when she was about 2. She asked what she did to make the bee sting her. I told her that she didn’t really do anything, it was just bad luck, I guess. She asked me why everything bad happens to her: cancer, finger pokes, bee stings, bump pokes (when her port was accessed), she falls down a lot and hurts her knees (she still has a little nerve damage in her ankles from the chemo). That pretty much broke my heart!
I asked her what good things happen to her. She said happiness and joy! I told her that she is the strongest, bravest person I know. She agreed with me and dozed off.
I HATE cancer!