This is taken from Sunday’s Chicago Tribune. It’s a good thing to keep in mind when things suck.
“I have a little friend name Haddie. She’s 6. And she happens to be about the most joyous kid I know. When she was 4, they found out she has a childhood cancer called neuroblastoma. She has had tumors in her brain and in her belly, so for the last 2 1/2 years Haddie has been in and out of hospitals. A lot. These days she’s treated at Children’s Memorial Hospital in Chicago and at Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer Center in New York City. Right now, her tumors are all gone and everyone is crossing their fingers.
Haddie, though, is more intent on everyday wonders. Like finally getting a loose tooth. And learning to read all on her own. Just the other night, her mama was tucking her into bed, and Haddie piped up with this, out of the blue: “I can read. I can whistle. I have a loose tooth. My life is complete.”
Then she fell asleep, smiling.
I wrote her exclamation on a slip of paper and taped it on my computer. It reminds me that joy comes in small packages, and little girls with loose teeth and nasty cancer can teach you all you need to know to get through another day.”
This article was written by Barbara Mahany.