She goes in for MRI today. She has a lot of apprehension this time around. She asked about it constantly over the weekend, and bristled occasionally when she really thought about all that goes into it. It’s a sign that she’s getting older. She’s mature enough to know what’s going on. And she’s asked this time to see pictures from the scan. For $5, she’ll walk away with a disk full of images of the demon that stalks her everyday. She’s very interested to see what her cancer looks like. I’m very curious to see how she handles it, what she grasps, how it affects her.
I didn’t go with the girls today. Last night Jordan asked if I would hold her hand, like I usually do. I told her that Mommy would have to because I thought I would go to work. She smiled and said, “I’ll hold Mom’s hand.” Then she gave me a giant hug and started rambling on about all the things she was going to do Tuesday. We don’t talk much about Mondays.