When my youngest saw me with almost no hair she came up to me and gave me the sweetest hug.
As she hugged me, she said in the cutest voice, "Ima, it's kinda' freaking me out."
At first, I thought she was just disturbed about my hair falling out and the wierd way it looks.
A few days later, following the suggestion of the psychologist from our support group (at Beit Natan), I asked her what is freaking her out.
"Well," she said, "the idea of cancer in your brain is sort of scary."
"I know," I gently responded, "it is sort of scary for me too."
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
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