Rain falls in a steady rhythm as I fold clothes in the living room. Intuitive Monkey climbs onto the couch, wraps himself in a cozy blanket, lays down, and watches me for a moment.
"Mom, I'm sorry you have cancer."
I stopped for a moment and smiled at him.
"It's OK. The doctors are helping to get rid of it all. I'll be OK."
"I know...but they are doing it in a painfully way....with needles and everything."
"That's OK. Needles don't hurt as much when you're all grown up."
Sweet words from a six-year-old....and one of the many reasons I'm thankful even in the midst of it all.