During childhood there are joys and tears, smiles and friends, amazement to behold and questions to find answers to. When you are a child with cancer, all of these things erupt ten-fold to mean much more. Things can't be taken for granted. Good days can be pushed back and lost under the bed. Bad moments and feelings can take hold and strangle you. But the resilient child forges ahead. Continues to believe that this will end...the needles, the malaise, the feeling of being and looking different. Because she believes. Believes in a happy tomorrow. In the magic of Santa. In herself and her parents to get her through the bad times. And to come out on the other side with even more courage than ever thought possible.
So, whatever Scroogey thoughts may enter your head during this holiday season, whether it's disgust of some stranger at the mall who's being rude or of a distanced relative, the pile of bills to be paid, try to remember to believe. Believe that you can be a better person. Believe in yourself wholeheartedly and that time is fleeting. Believe in being happy and living for today. Believe that their is magic everywhere, working it's wonders on your heart.
There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter,
the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.
~Elizabeth Lawrence
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