"No! Don't say that!" she said, so adamantly.
I was surprised, but I should not have been. It was not the first time my youngest daughter reacted this way.
A few weeks ago, a representative from one of Israel's cancer organization came to my kid's school, to prepare the kids to go door-to-door, to collect money for cancer (mivtza hakesh badelet). Both of my children came home with objections about the presentation. (Apparently, they feel pretty expert about cancer)
At first my daughter was annoyed by things the speaker said that "were not true!" But, eventually she asked several questions about the things that confused her.
Last night, she asked about a machine the man said would cure cancer. (I think she was referring to radiation treatments).
During our conversation, she mentioned my friend, TK, who "has what [I] have." I clarified that we do not have the same type of cancer, but that we both have cancers that will not go away, unless God makes a miracle.
"No! Don't say that!" said my little girl, with an earnestness, that was cute and, at the same time, heart wrenching.
"You need to trust in God," she continued, "that He can make miracles."
"Don't say 'unless.'" she commanded, pouting a little.
"I'm sorry." I apologized, "We will have cancer, until God makes a makes a miracle..."
"Is that better?" I asked, tentatively.
"Yes!" she said, adamant again, this time with a half smile.
"Come here," I beckoned to my serious little girl.
I wrapped her in my arms and hugged her tight.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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