Gracie started her 3rd round of chemo yesterday. We came home Thursday evening and had to be back to the hospital at 2 o'clock Friday. Grace was not happy. She knew we needed to go back to the hospital but she thought we would be able to come home that same day--sort of an outpatient thing. When she realized that we were staying for a week she just began crying, all energy gone, she just sagged. She's tired of it. I have to admit, every time we bring her home I have this overwhelming desire to throw her in the car and head for Mexico or Europe or somewhere and just make it all go away. As if sandy beaches would cure her. I feel like if we pretend it's not happening it'll stop and we can go back, she'd be smiley, bouncy Grace again, and we could forget all about this nightmare we can't seem to wake up from. But she still has cancer and needs more treatment. I can hardly stand it and yet, it must be so much worse for her.
None of us would be able to cope at all if it weren't for all the love and support we've received. I don't know how to express forcefully enough, or just enough, enough how much we appreciate all that you are doing for us.
Thanks--thanks--thanks!!!!
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