I say this to explain clearly and frankly, this is not one of those times.
Julia is down to ONE radiation treatment. ONE more day of rising her two hours before we leave so she can take her chemotherapy that accentuates the efficacy of the radiation. ONE more day of driving into the hospital and not entering the Emergency entrance like everyone else, rather heading to the door next to it labeled clearly and tauntingly, "Cancer Treatment Center". ONE more day of watching my 13 year old daughter sit in a waiting room of adults, most old enough to be her grandparent and thinking, "How the hell is this right or fair?!". ONE more day of watching other patients come and go as their treatment schedule is much less and lighter than what she needs to endure. ONE more day of watching my incredibly brave yet incredibly moody teenage girl gather the strength to walk into that room. One more day of watching that same young girl who carries my heart with her get clamped to a table.