Yesterday, I saw a report on something that I had feared when I learned I was pregnant with E. A little baby girl, now 9 months old, had stage 4 cancer. I forget which one, but it is one that can be transferred from mother to baby. What I had, lymphoma, is another cancer that can be transferred. This story of this little girl is incredible. She's beautiful and looks so healthy. But within her little body, she is fighting a battle that her mother lost only a few months ago. Luckily, her mother insisted she be tested, despite everyone's belief that there was nothing wrong with her. Test results obviously showed something very different.
I never insisted that E be tested. I was in remission, there was nothing active. I questioned along the way of the pregnancy, but after birth, I only watched and prayed. I still watch and pray. That story I didn't need to see, and yet, it was an assuring thing to know that I'm not completely flawed in my thoughts that things like that could happen. But gosh, who wants something like to ever happen?
E amazes me daily. I want to be around when she goes through all her things, especially giving birth to her own children. That's the plan and I'm sticking by it. :) Have you seen her lately? She's a cutie. And pretty smart, too. She will be amazing when she grows up? How do I know? Because she's already amazing now...
