I spent a lot of time waiting on doctors today.
Something I’m pretty used to doing.
Before I was the “coma mom” or the “wheelchair mom”, I was always the “cancer mom”.
I had two healthy legs and two healthy arms and if THIS is the price I pay for my daughter’s healthy body, I’ll gladly pay it.
Remembering back to the day when I would lay by her side, crying out my every dream, promising and swearing anything if she could just be alright.
And today proves she is.
The papers with her CBC counts tell us what we want wanted to know most.
She is healthy. She’s alright.
And if I’m not right now, that’s what I always said would be the price I’d pay with thanks. It helps to think that there’s a reason for what we’ve all gone through.
She’s well worth the price.