Okay, the shots are done. Deep breath. I cried as hard as she did. I felt like I completely fed her to lions and I carried her little frail body down the hall to the room for a “special treatment.” She had no idea what was coming. She screamed at me, “Why did you do that?”
I have to, it’s the only way to kill the *&^%$! luekemia.
Her best friend is coming right now, bringing chik-fil-a and they’re going to paint their toenails and make bracelets. Maybe she’ll forget.
She’s lost five pounds. If ever anyone didn’t have five pounds to lose…