Since my mom and sister have been diagnosed with cancer, my Allie has been worried about me.
"Mom, do you have cancer?"
"No"
When I'm sitting next to her on the couch, she'll grab my face and look under the bags under my eyes to look for yellow - and then, look under my tongue. She heard one of the ladies at church tell me that a lot of doctors could look for those signs to detect cancer.
"Mom, I couldn't handle you being away from me like Missi. Please, don't get cancer."
It breaks my heart.
I promised Allison that I would monitor my blood levels so they could determine if I ever get cancer - and I would get a, *cough,* colonoscopy as soon as my insurance permitted. I also promised I would eat lots of fiber.
Allie has been writing letters to her aunt - most of them too heartbreaking to even want to send to Missi.
"When will you come home?"
a big
"FIGHT CENCER!!!"
I've noticed a new game in the sun room. It's called "MAYO CLINIC." In this game, Allison and Mariah, (Missi's youngest) are doing their best to diagnose Mykayla, (Missi's youngest).
The've made checklists just like doctors and nurses have
Temp - 99.5
Heart - good
blood sugars - 124
poop- brown
Belly - hurts, tickles, hurts, tickle, tickle tickle, hurt
Under tongue - white
eyes, - white
And they've checked her over and over every three hours.
The two come to me and look under my eye bags, and then, again under my tongue and keep trying to really believe that Allie's mom does not have cancer.
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