Less than one week from now I will be an outwardly stoic, internally crumbling mass of human existence, waiting from Twinkle to emerge from Surgery. Then comes the days of keeping her spirits soaring in the hospital beds, then the days of solitude at home. Then six months of treatment. Then? Then peace watching our healthy child play or knowing we did every damn thing we could, and will continue to do every damn thing we can to make it so.
Help me, please. My daughter has above average intelligence, extreme mindfulness and a soul that gives me chills. I can usually find ways to keep her happy and fulfilled, but the prospect of weeks without friends or school has me grasping for ideas. What can stimulate her enough to make her time not seem so long and lonely? We have a Leapster and a few games, coloring books and crayons. I am loading my kindle with new beginner chapter books from the library. What else, though?
Deep insight and higher meaning are lacking in this post, and in my life, right now. I could really use some insightful phrases that belong embroidered on a pillow, or perhaps a full night of sleep where I don’t wake up in a panic that I forgot to do something very important.