Tuesday, April 19, 2011

"Blackbird singing in the dead of night. Take these broken wings and learn to fly....You were only waiting for this moment to be free." -The Beatles

These lyrics popped into my head today and I had to fight back some tears. To the doctors, Amanda is handling her chemo well and in that coveted 95% cure rate. To those that visit with her they see a happy little girl eager to talk and play. To her parents she is a lonely and isolated child. And as parents, you can't help feel sorry for a child that has already gone through so much. We were warned that the transition from chemo to remission is very difficult to cope with. As we are approaching the end, we are starting to understand this caution; How do you rekindle friendships for a child after two years of isolation? How do you tell a child that it will be alright when she sits alone at recess? How do you remove that stigma of being the "sick kid"? How do you adjust from the constant attention and care that has become the norm?
-Broken wings just have to learn how to fly again.

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