Earlier this week, an errand over lunch took longer than expected, so I hopped on the subway to get back to the office. As I allowed my mind to wander (public transit survival mechanism) I thought about the long road ahead of procedures and fertility treatments. Hello, Square One! I had so wished I'd never see you again!
I'll cop to a little bit of feeling sorry for myself. There might even have been a "Why me?" or two mixed in there.
And then I was instantly cheered up by a peal of giggles, the kind that can only come from a little girl. That sound always makes me smile. I turned to get a look at my cheerer-upper. It was indeed a little girl. One with beautiful eyes and a smile with warmth that could melt an iceberg. A little girl with the unmistakeable patchy hair of one undergoing chemotherapy.
Well, shit. Duly noted, Unseen Forces... Duly. Noted.
2 comments:
It's amazing how kids can smile (or laugh!) through anything. You're pretty tough yourself!
You know I see those kids more frequently than I would like to admit and every time I feel like there are forces trying to beat me into the ground like a nail into a board I just remember it COULD be worse.
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