In my Daddy’s arms…

Daddy is coming with me to Michigan and staying for the whole time I am out there. What before seemed like a terrifying hospitalization far from home now seems like a chance for a cure. I will still be tested every day, poked and prodded, drugged, and possibly even operated on, but each day I will see my father. Each day include a visit from my fiercest protector and best advocate. I will not go through this alone.

It makes all the difference in the world.

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