In honor of the last day of September – Childhood Cancer Awareness month, I am re blogging my own post from January of this year.
I saw superheroes today. Not the kind that normally come to mind.
The 9th floor of Memorial Sloan Kettering Cancer Center was absolutely crawling with them.
None of them had capes. And they weren’t any funny colors.
None of them could fly, and yet I am sure that’s what they were.
I saw young bald superheroes with smiles that could light any room.
I saw older, more mature superheroes, heroically managing their IV poles, after teaching a younger one not to cry.
I saw parent superheroes, who although their capes were invisible to the naked eye, possessed nerves of steel, and the ability to make their young one laugh even as they themselves were inches from despair.
I had a lot of time to watch them. We had a long wait this morning. And even as I kept Meghan distracted, my eyes never left them.
They navigated the floor like…
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