Turning it around
It was difficult to see my son sick. Prior to his illness, he was a typical 3 year old with a lot of energy and a love of life. The chemo and hospital visits really brought him down; during his early treatment he was sad, withdrawn and confused. Although I tried to cheer him up, I realized this was an impossible task, because he just felt awful.
I do remember the day however, when things changed. As he progressed in treatment, he started to feel better, and the spark started to return slowly. I was in the kitchen one day when all of the sudden I heard his little voice call to me. “Mom, mom”, he said. I turned to look, and there he was laughing with his pants down mooning me.
Yes this did take me by surprise; I wasn’t sure if I should be happy or horrified. But I realized that this was a turning point. His sense of humor had returned; he was the playful little boy that he had been before he was sick. It was at this moment that I knew deep down, that no matter how bad he felt, he would be ok because he had not lost his true spirit.