The little guy is back in the hospital. My nephew... bless his little heart has three infections he's fighting and when your body is so busy working with chemo to try to kill the cancer there's not much to fight other issues off with. So, tonight I'll be back at the hospital visiting him... seeing what his parents need.
I had hoped to never have to step foot in CHOP again. Not because it's not amazing but because it is absolutely the most bizarre mix of heaven and hell as anywhere I've ever experienced. Hell because of the sick children... heaven because of the miracles they perform. I have no problem being there for my family but just the thought of going back there again makes my cheeks start to feel heavy in that "I want to cry" way.
He'll be ok... he'll push through this. I won't entertain any thoughts to the contrary but this is when it gets hard. I can not even begin to imagine what his parents and siblings feel. I just wish they didn't have to. I wish no one ever had to. Kids shouldn't be fighting for their lives, they should be playing. It is really just as simple as that.
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