I was sitting here trying to figure out how to start the first entry when Nurse Lindsay came in to administer one of the countless meds Landon has to take. He made a face that suggested he would much rather just spit it back out, but he took it like champ.
"You are a different breed of 4-year old, that's for sure", said Nurse Lindsay. Most kids his age, she said, put up a huge fuss or refuse it outright.
She just steered the ship for me. Is there no end to the amazing work the nurses and doctors here can do?
And that's the thing about all of this. Yep, he has leukemia. But we can make that seem secondary, make it temporary. Landon has been doing it since he's been here. We told him what's going on and that his bravery will help him through it, even when what's about to happen will be scary or hurt. We let him know what's coming, and he just deals. He just deals. I can't even stand it. This feels like the worst thing to ever happen ever and he deals with it.
It's like a perpetual sunshower. The dark clouds are always around if you look for them...sometimes they'll find you, in that unavoidable way that impending inclement weather will do. The sun is always shining somewhere too, and it keeps finding him. He knows that it's around because we all keep showing it to him. And we intend to keep it that way.
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