He was sick the day after chemo. The vomiting would hurt him so bad. It was violent looking and he would often need my assistance because of the pain. I would almost have to force him forward because he would arch back in pain and the vomit would not go in the bucket but all over him. He would usually require morphine to aide in the pain while already on a fentynal patch. And zofran every 4 hours for ar least 48 hours post chemo. I hate that alarm sound to this day. He was so uncomfortable that I was afraid to move him and he was to weak to get up so I sat with him on the floor and I ended up laying with him crying. Finally I picked him up and put him on the couch with his heating pad and covered his skin and bones body with a blanket and tucked my feet under it and I put cartoons on but we didn’t watch them, we just laid together. Too many days were spent like this. Too many. Too many children know this life and the parents along with them. Our children deserve better. Only 4% of all cancer research funding goes towards childhood cancer. It’s not enough. 46 children are diagnosed a day and 7 die a day. That’s ridiculous. And so sad. Too sad. September is childhood Cancer Awareness Month. Be aware.

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