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“Destination please?” asked the lady at the ticket counter.
“Lilongwe, Malawi,” replied Allie, our daughter.
Our “only” seventeen-year-old daughter.
Yeah, I’m gonna be a mess whe
Teddy got his snowflakes today.
Kissing his rosy cheeks.
He and mom braved the snowy mountain passes to come home.
We’ve all been homesick.
Those who left.
We who stayed
Laurel and Teddy left for Denver yesterday afternoon.
He has braved so much these past six years.
Six years of fighting so valiantly.
Now six weeks in Denver.
Today was another fi
“The ring of power, it’s gone!” Teddy holds up a bloody nub, gooeyness drooling down what’s left of his finger.
We’re a captive audience.
Slithering and seething, “They stole it
Less than five percent intact.
Basically nothing left.
Though the platelets recovered from the transfusion; his baby white soldiers dispersed.
The glass isn’t half empty
“Hey Teddy, do you still have the red dots?”
Bursting blood vessels.
He’s on his way outside to configure a home-made critter trap comprised of string, PVC pipe and an assortmen
A lot of hurrying up and waiting.
Laurel spent hours arranging for Teddy’s chemo and nausea meds to be delivered the day before Christmas.
We were supposed to start his next fiv
Chemo by mouth at home sounded like a grand idea.
Just five days.
Three pills at bedtime.
First night, Teddy shakes a capsule with great suspicion. He mockingly peers deep into i