Note from Mr. Blue Eyes and a Lecture on HORRIBLE

"How was your day today?"  I asked MR. Blue Eyes.
"Plain horrible all day long."
"Why?" "Because it was just horrible?"  "How did you feel about a horrible day?"
"That it was just Horrible, Horrible is all I have to say. Everything about this day was horrible. Everything!!!!"
Was there anything good about today?"
"Uh, no."
Then I asked him to list the top 5 worst parts of the day:
"Throat hurting, getting a headache, getting a stomachache, having bones hurt and ache, being hungry all the time (steroids are talkin' — they make him really hungry)."

So, there are thoughts from a little man with Lymphoma at nine, not having a good day.

From a mom's perspective, all kids have bad days — for that matter, so do I. But watching this is heartbreaking...to touch his sweet head and have fingertips full of hair in my hand...to watch alligator tears roll down his cute cheeks. It's just not like any horrible day. It is different..

By the end of the night, I reached for an Ativan a pill to help him calm down and feel better. I cooked  him some toast loaded with  butter that he dips in hot sauce.  He then managed to drink a lot of water, over a quart. His words are: "Butter, toast, and Tapatio help everything!" Well, for today, even after horrible there were goodnight prayer and kisses and hopes for a brighter tomorrow.