Wednesday, May 12, 2004
Our oldest daughter, now forty one years old, had cancer when she was thirteen.
I tell you that for only one reason: to explain that Memaw and I know, as well as any one who didn't actually experience it can,
how devastating cancer can be to a child.
Last Saturday we were guests at a dinner party where there were many people we had not met before. While we were meeting, talking, and just mingling with the other guests, two young fellows, a little boy and a little girl walked through the house and out to the waters edge.
The little girl was almost bald. Just a little tuft of hair tried in vain to cover her head.
I went to where they were and introduced myself and tried to engage the young men in conversation. They were not much interested and soon the father of the little girl said: "Let's go get some more beer."
They all left and I was sad.
Sad because I knew the little girl was lonely and needed someone to talk to.
It was an hour or more before they returned, and getting dark. The little girl was at the car, putting her sweater into it.
I called to her by name and talked to her.
I was afraid she would be too timid but she wasn't.
"Where do you get your chemo?" I asked.
"I can't remember. There have been so many places." She replied.
She told me she wants to be a scientist when she grows up and maybe invent a battery that doesn't need to be recharged, or something like that. She told me she likes horses and would ride at her aunt's before they moved from up North.
She gets A/s and B/s in school.
In less than five minutes her Dad called and they left.
I love you ten year old little Christina and I will pray for you.
I hope you find someone to talk to.
God bless her and all the cancer kids.
Shalom, Y'all
I tell you that for only one reason: to explain that Memaw and I know, as well as any one who didn't actually experience it can,
how devastating cancer can be to a child.
Last Saturday we were guests at a dinner party where there were many people we had not met before. While we were meeting, talking, and just mingling with the other guests, two young fellows, a little boy and a little girl walked through the house and out to the waters edge.
The little girl was almost bald. Just a little tuft of hair tried in vain to cover her head.
I went to where they were and introduced myself and tried to engage the young men in conversation. They were not much interested and soon the father of the little girl said: "Let's go get some more beer."
They all left and I was sad.
Sad because I knew the little girl was lonely and needed someone to talk to.
It was an hour or more before they returned, and getting dark. The little girl was at the car, putting her sweater into it.
I called to her by name and talked to her.
I was afraid she would be too timid but she wasn't.
"Where do you get your chemo?" I asked.
"I can't remember. There have been so many places." She replied.
She told me she wants to be a scientist when she grows up and maybe invent a battery that doesn't need to be recharged, or something like that. She told me she likes horses and would ride at her aunt's before they moved from up North.
She gets A/s and B/s in school.
In less than five minutes her Dad called and they left.
I love you ten year old little Christina and I will pray for you.
I hope you find someone to talk to.
God bless her and all the cancer kids.
Shalom, Y'all
