Yesterday, E had off of school due to the bitter temperatures. He ran outside to greet me (sans hat and gloves! True Wisco!) and to assist with relocating the rabbits to the garage for the next day. Project keep bunnies alive thru the cold AF night completed, we headed back indoors.
As we took off our winter layers, his eyes glittered and he exclaimed “Did you hear the great news?!” Thinking it was some news on Minecraft I shook my head, matching his grin. His smile got bigger. Whipping off boot two in the opposite direction of boot one with snow chunks flying, he said, “They think there’s a cure for cancer mom! You are going to be ok!” Then I got a huge hug and a plea to play Minecraft. Off he went in a trail of chaos. To be a child again. Belief in Santa, Fairies and a cure for cancer. ❤️
They think there’s a cure or they are on the brink of one. My husband sent me the article. Followed by a few friends and my sister. There’s hope. And as my foul mouthed T-Dawg says….
“Now you just get some homeopathic drugs, smoke some weed and drink CBC tonic, and hang the FUCK in there”
And that’s the plan. I’m hanging the fuck in there. After all there’s more Minecraft to play and cheesy sci-fi to watch.
Take Three 