Crazy

If you had told me a year ago, six months ago that I'd be praying for Simon to be in the hospital I would have called you crazy.  But that's how the past week was.  His counts were down last week so there was no chemo.  This week there is, thankfully.  I came to the hospital after work and Daddy left.  I made a baba and cuddled my boy.  It was really nice and relaxing after a very busy "day" at work.  I watched a thunderstorm roll in and listened to the CARE channel and just enjoyed holding him.  They are just about to start his chemo. It's not fair that he should be subjected to that.  But it also isn't up to me.  This is what he should be doing instead.