The A Team

The whole team can't play every game but some games need the whole crew on board. Week 8 required all four of us.

While this is mostly about N, it's also about the whole family. She has to do this herself but she has a support crew and we are pretty invested.

Little Boo is 5 years old. She'll start Kindergarten next month. She's not at an age where you would expect a lot of selflessness but this little girl of mine shined as her sisters cheerleader. She made a sign to hang at the foot of the bed "I want to see you be brave." She sat with her. She insisted she make the ice runs because eating ice helped N's itchy mouth. She set up N's doll and made sure Sheepie was within reach. She kept telling N that she could do this. When N started to throw up, she didn't run away from her side but instead tried to help. Not once in those four intense hours did she demand anyone's attention or act out in a way to pull the focus on to her.




She's learning a lot right now that Kindergarten won't be able to teach her.

And finally, Rockstar Husband was with us. I knew there would be a lot of information on handling her daily treatments and that this visit would require all of our attention and our different questions needed to be asked. I knew she needed him and so did I. Our marriage is a happy one. I'm not sure what these days would be like if it wasn't. He came so we could all be together during the hard part but I was surprised by how important it was to be together when we realized that this was something to celebrate, not just endure. You can't just hold each other up when things are dark, you need to clink that glass of champagne (or two glasses. No judging allowed!) together too.

So we came out of the clinic, blinked in the sunlight and walked to the park, all together. We flew home and we all cheered her on through her first home dose. We all exhaled together when her mouth didn't even itch.

We popped the champagne, together.




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