My Martian Child

This was the first day that I've felt broken, and not only in the physical sense. This crap can really do a number to your head, if you let it. I started off so strong, and not quite a month into treatment, I didn't think the side effects would catch up to me so quick. Overnight, I got the wobble legs from the mother-of-all-things-evil, Prednisone. It's difficult to explain, but they feel like they could give out from under me at any moment, yet they're full of nervous energy. I bruise easy, my hair is falling out, still a little swollen on the left side of things, and I no longer have the same energy level as before; they have all become frustrating. Actually, having to admit weakness to myself is what's frustrating.

This afternoon I was crying, having a "this deal sucks" moment, when my 3 year old son jumped up on the bed. He scampered right up beside me and said, "Mom, you so beautiful and I love you hair." I kept crying, but now for an entirely different reason. How do these little angels know exactly what to say and when you need to hear it most? Thanks buddy, mental attitude back in check.




Sometimes we forget that children have just arrived on the earth. They are a little like aliens coming into being as bundles of energy and pure potential. Here on some kind of exploratory mission..and they're just trying to learn what it means to be human. -Martian Child-