We have been in hospital for two weeks now, 4 chemotherapy sessions, 6 blood product transfusion, countless medications and much more to come. I hate to say the H word but sometimes I think this must be what hell is like.
scariest thing is, I've been here before, ironically on the same floor, in the same room...why am I here again?
I can't help but to feel slightly judged and shame...I guess I deserve it! Who in their right mind would choose for their child to suffer? But then I remind myself that i chose life, I chose for my daughter to be here and to fight for her.
As I sit here thinking of her, of her future, I cannot foresee what is to come, but I know we will overcome whatever we need to and continue to be brave and strong, love overcomes all doesn't it?