Acceptance
She is eight years old.
I was told, “Take the antibiotics” she has an ordinary virus, an infection.
Nothing else is wrong, accept it.
I did not.
They said, “She has leukemia, most adults get this type, it’s harder to treat. She probably
won’t survive it. She may die, so accept it.”
I did not.
They told me the chemo is killing her. She has no resistance to infection. Her own body is warring against her. She won’t make it through the night. Sit by her bedside
and accept it.
I sat by her bed and we spoke of the trip we were taking next month. Give up?
I did not.
“She’ll only stay in remission for two or three months. Accept it.
We played and lived a year and a half before it returned. Accept their sentence?
I did not.
“If we can’t get her back in remission we can’t do the transplant. Keep her home, keep
her comfortable, let her die in peace and accept it.
I did not.