I can't imagine how you held it together next to the child.
I did because the last thing he needed was a bunch of cancer patients boo hooing all over him.
But I can tell you this. I have never experienced such a sudden, abrupt STILLNESS, as when that kid walked in the room. Every chemo chair was full except the one beside me (Word is out about my talking and steroids)...and that kid held every eye, every breath, as if he were a piper and we all but rats.
I couldn't get out of there fast enough.
But it broke me Kelly...shortly after posting this I went to the ER with a fever....I'm writing this from the hospital.
I have no white blood count (less than .08) and an upper respiratory thing....the crud is going around....maybe it was just timing, but honestly, I think seeing that kid did me in....I've never in my life had such a visceral reaction to something, and I've been in and seen some pretty brutal things....you know.
I still feel broken.
And it looks like I could be here awhile. At least until Saturday.