So what, I’m still a rockstar…
I think that Morgan forgets that she has cancer, and that the hospital is a time for healing. To my 7-year old, this seems to mean another word for PLAYTIME. Morgan gets to sleep in a reclining type bed, I sleep on a “ouch”, I mean couch. Morgan’s medicine menagerie kept beeping every 20 minutes last night for about 3 hours, I woke up, Morgan slept thru. Morgan woke at 7am to tell me she was bored and asked when art therapy started – I asked for 5 more minutes.
The child life team checked in with us at 10am. Morgan announced that there was only 30 more minutes until she could go to art class. The therapist said “you can come with us now if you want”…and out the door she ran, pulled her electrical cords right out of the wall, and did not even look back to say goodbye to me…she came back for 30 minutes to eat some chips/pretzels, have some juice, plug in her travelling treatments and then out she went for school at 1p.
She is currently in the playoom with therapist Diane playing PlayStation 3 – Rockband, hat off, playing the drums and all the while, the chemo drips on!
