So on Sunday we had this epic good luck BBQ for my dad with all our friends and family. There was a little girl there named Zaria and she amazed me. This girl is 8 years old and has more intelligence than I've seen in some adults.
This is the conversation we had:
Z: So what's wrong with your dad?
N: He's very sick and has to go through a long process to get better.
Z: What kind of sickness does he have?
N: He has a disease where things are growing inside his body and these things aren't letting his body work properly.
Z: I know what that is. Your dad has cancer, doesn't he?
Maybe it's just me, but the way she approached it was so mature. This girl has gone through a lot in her life so I'm not surprised she knows more than the average 8 year old, but I didn't realize the extent. I hope this girl goes far; she's a gem.
Anyway, dad has his first round of chemo today and it went very well. We went in at 8:45 and they hooked him up to these fluids right away to keep his kidneys hydrated. At 12, they started the actual meds which lasted for 2 hours and then continued the hydration. He was home by 4 and felt perfectly fine, as though he didn't just experience one of life's most difficult challenges. My dad's a gangster.
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