Good Evening,

Today marks the two year “anniversary” of when Sharmi was diagnosed with cancer.  She was admitted to the hospital on March 1st 2007, and we were given the official diagnosis on the 2nd.  It seems a weird anniversary to celebrate, but every year she is a survivor is a year worth celebrating. 

It is kind of ironic that two years after her diagnosis she had her last sedation and spinal chemo treatment.  I am more excited about this being over than Sharmi is.  This life is all she really remembers, so she is having a hard time adjusting to the thought of it ending.  Today after her sedation she was really cranky and had a melt down over washing her hands.  I explained that today was the last time that she had to go to sleep and get that medicine.  She cried, “But I want to do it again.  I like it.  The white medicine smells funny and it makes me feel wiggly.”  I have intentionally never explained the anesthesia process to her, so it was interesting hearing her describe and identify the effects of the anesthesia.  Once we got home we were talking about it again and she added, ” the white medicine makes my eyes spin,” and she laughed!  It melted my heart.  She can find things to enjoy even in the tough days.  

When her daddy was putting her to bed she said, “daddy, today was a good day.”  When he reminded her that she went to the hospital today she said, “I know, but the doctors take care of me, and I get a band-aid when they are done. “ 

What an incredible positive attitude.  In reality this day was harder than usual.  In addition to the two chemos they also drew a bone marrow from her right pelvis.  Once we got home she was really mellow and just watched TV.  She complained consistently that her back and her port access sites were hurting which is not usual.  For dinner, she would not sit on her chair because she said she was hurting too much.  So Dean held her on his lap, but then she started crying in pain about her left shin.  “Medicine, medicine I need medicine…my leg hurts… I need more medicine.”  The codeine seems to have helped with the pain, but I am amazed.  After a day like today she still says, “Daddy, today was a good day.” 

I have to agree with her.  It was a good day.  It was simply mommy and daddy at the hospital loving and caring for Sharmi.

I hope you can say that your day was a good day.

Cheris