Sometimes it feels like it was just days ago that I carried a terrified 4 year old girl into an emergency room with back pain. Back pain that would turn out to be a monster lurking in her tiny body. I remember looking into that innocent face, with those big doe eyes, and thinking "she's just a baby, how can she fight cancer?" Now I look into those eyes, and I don't see innocence anymore. I look at her, and I don't see a baby. Cancer took those things from her. However, that innocent baby fought back, and took some things of her own.
Strength. So much strength. Both mentally, and physically. Her little body is covered in scars. Strangers ask questions, and she never hesitates to tell the truth.
Bravery. I tell people my 7 year old daughter is more brave than any adult I know, and I mean it. Every Friday she willingly walks back into the fire, if just to carry a little water to those still fighting the flames.
She carries her friends who didn't make it out. She speaks of them often and keeps them alive within herself. She knows she will see them again. She knows they are safe. She knows their families are broken without them, and tears often fall at the thought.
Randomly she will ask me to check up on a survivor, or current fighter. These are her team mates. A very small circle of warriors who can only be truly understood by each other.
Today we celebrate 26 month clear scans.
It's been 800 days since she stood on the front line. 800 days of thankfulness. 800 days since she took her life back, and though she be but little...she is fierce.
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