Sad Molly

I’m so sad for Peyton today.

We were in the car and she was having one of her conversations with her kitty Molly.

“Molly’s sad, mommy.”

“Why’s Molly sad?”

“Her daddy moved away and she misses him.”

“Oh baby, are you sad?”

“No. Molly is.”

“Are you sure you’re not sad?”

“No, Molly’s sad, her daddy left.”

“So, you’re not sad, Molly is?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you projecting your feelings?”

“Huh?”

“Never mind.”

We went to the clinic this morning and our half an hour appointment to get a finger poke and overall check lasted over two hours. Not because of the clinic, but because it was like a high school reunion with some dear friends we haven’t seen in a while. Both Sydney Sims and Jessica Rose were in today and we got to do a little catch-up. Our sweet friends Allie and Zack were there as well and we just spent so much time chatting and playing with them that it took us forever to leave.

Peyton’s counts were great, lower than last visit, but that’s to be expected with the upping the dose on her chemo. They were still in a nice range, but down where they want the numbers to be. She’s doing so well. In the face of so many who aren’t doing well in treatment, it’s a reassurance to get that piece of paper in my hands that tell me she’s ok, nothing fishy in her blood, counts right where they’re supposed to be. I feel bad because I know so many parents don’t have that gift right now, but I’m so very thankful for Peyton’s continued positive progress through chemo.

We went and got a new Christmas tree tonight…not a real one…one of those great numbers that are pre-lit! I’m so lazy. If I could find one with ornaments that sort of just APPEAR…I would be so all over that. The kid and I are looking forward to getting it up and decorated tomorrow night…then they’ll be pressuring me to put presents under it…give them an inch, you know.

Please give some extra prayers for my friend Kathy, they just found out her husband has colon cancer, spread to the bowels and possibly the liver. He is in a lot of pain and they have yet to able to start treatment because of all the issues his tumors have caused. Just keep these wonderful friends of ours in your prayers. Cancer is just miserable, it doesn’t care whose life it is ripping apart, it just tries to consume completely. For each family battling tonight, a special prayer of hope, strength and faith.

Psalm 46:1
God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble.

f.r.o.G…fully relying on God
–Anissa