Dysfunctional Relationship

So I have this full on love-hate relationship with Chemo.

My head knows it's helping to kill the cancer cells in Kean's body

but my heart breaks to watch him so miserable.

 He whimpered and whined all afternoon-- and he has bitten his 

thumbs until they are raw.

Stupid side effect of one of the drugs he takes is jaw pain

and he gets it like clockwork.

 Don't know what I'd do without his big sister to dance with him

and give me a break for a few.

 He did pull it together for this morning-- he had horse therapy

and did great- even after his horse got spooked, lunged to the side

and nearly tossed him.

He held on.  I held on and he somehow stayed on.

We giggled and made a big deal out of how fun that was

(even though I was freaked out on the inside) and he

bought it-- and carried on.

My sweet, little, exhausted but brave boy is in bed now.

Hopefully, tomorrow will be better for both of us.

It is a pretty tall order to ask a parent to try

and comfort a boy who is clearly suffering.

Keep swimming, keep swimming, right?

p.s.  our dear neighbors, the Kwid's brought by

brownies and a sympathy card to remember our lost dog, Zoe

and my friend, Candace Riggs brought by a big ol' bag of cherries

she picked.  Nothing cures the blues like chocolate and fresh cherries.

Thank you.