When we find drawings under our daughter’s bed on a random Thursday, we do not know what to do except be honest, talk through the worry, and understand that though it is a weekly reminder for our family, it is a constant worry for the one who endures.
To all who endure and to those who support them, sadness…
Wednesday worries always get us. Screaming a special word and enjoying a treat following have become routine.
Our fur baby typically stays away because we felt that best for all.
“No, not today,” he seemed to say this week…
Kelsey took her spot as we prepared all necessary items. Our pup whimpered and stood by her side. Guard dog sensed it was time and continued to whimper.
She pet him and told him it would be alright. He would not leave her leg or her side.
When I made my way over, he stared at me and then took my typical spot, whimpering and crying a bit as he did. Was he reading our minds?
The duration of the injection and prep was met with his cries of woe. We all marveled at how we leave him out of the routine, and today, it was clear he wants to be at Kelsey’s side and involved in the routine.
”Lukey is my true spirit animal,” Kelsey said.
He sure is…
The weeks and the lesions have been tough on Kels. The more she learns, the less she understands. The less she understands, the more questions she asks.
Those conversations take an emotional toll on us all, even with our overall positive outlook.
This week she journaled, “SLEEPOVERS help me forget my needle.”
Kels had her first friend sleepover this past weekend, and she has been talking about its splendor for days, too.
Tonight she thoughtfully stated that even though she loves her room, being in another room helped her forget about her needle and her disease.
Though no good amounts to most sleepovers, this one yielded huge positives for Kels.