I lost a reader.
I may lose a whole bunch of readers.
I don’t care.
As insensitive and unfeeling as that sounds, I just can’t care.
I wrote a post happy about the fact Peyton made it to the Survivor Program in her third year post-treatment.
Never forgetting the friends we had that we lost. Patients that didn’t make it. Sons and daughters who were loved ENOUGH, prayed for ENOUGH, believed in ENOUGH.
A person came here and left a comment that I deleted and answered.
She wrote me in congratulations of “praying my child back to health”.
I wrote her telling her I was removing her comment because she might not not realize that it was a slap to the face to every parent who had lost a child.She answered that I should be “proud” my prayers were answered.
And while I had one entering the survivorship program there is the baby that will always be lost to me.
A lot more than one reader could ever mean.