"Mom, you are the greatest healer" said a groggy Bug, in the middle of the night, as I curl on the end of her bed, rubbing her legs. Growing pains have woken her, and called me to her.
"It's true, your welcome." she says, sleepy smile. And drifts off. I say, maybe I should doing healing arts when I am all done with this cancer thing.
She raises her head after a minute with a HUGE sleepy smile:
"Mom! You have cancer, and yet you STILL heal me! You grew up a healer and you are a healer despite your body is sick. You, are a mamma-lovin'-healer." And then lays her head back to her pillow, smiling.