Help .... my arms are tired from flapping so hard .....

Come to the edge,' he said.
They said, 'We are afraid.'
'Come to the edge,' he said.
They came.
He pushed them ...
And they flew.~Peter McWilliams

Yeah, I'm tired. We all have had enough of trying to master the fine art of flying. The only one who seems to have it down, is the brave and mighty Zoey. The past 2 days have been difficult on my little love. The reality of chemotherapy and what it takes out of one so little, was more than apparent over the course of the last day or two. It seems like day two of each Round is the, hello, I hate this stuff,time period. But this child just fights through it and finds her way. This morning when she woke, it looked like, if she could, she would have asked me, "Momma, what color was that Mack truck that just nailed me?" Her eyes were puffy, her face beet red and she had glares and frown faces and tears for all that dared to come near her. Now, the good news is that by days end today, just in time for Mark and I to do our switch, she took a turn for the better. I swear, Mark must think I just out and out lie to him throughout the day when he calls to check in on her. Because somehow, someway, Zoey is all smiles by the time he walks through that door. However, it is much easier leaving her happy than unbearably miserable. As for Hotel CHLA ....it is just as I left it. Disorganized, dirty and definitely in need of some shaking up. So, in between caring for the Princess, that is what I intend to do. Actually, already started. They are either going to clean up the 4th floor or I am calling the Health Department. No joke. And,if their left hand can't figure out what their right hand is doing around there, then I swear I am going to the top. I have NEVER, in 22 months of being at that hospital, run into such incompetency on so many levels,as I have, since entering the cancer phase. And ....isn't that sad when all any of the parents up there should be doing is loving and caring for their sick, life threateningly sick, child. Instead we are crossing employees t's and dotting their i's and frankly I am exhausted doing it. But I digress. Round 3 is unmistakeably underway. Roommates, noisy halls, ungodly hours for vitals and blood draws and line changes, tell us so. It will take a few more days to get our groove back but we will get it. It seems like we always do. We continue to faithfully pray that God will watch over our mighty fighter. That His loving arms will enfold her and carry her through the days ahead. That He will continue to strengthen all of us when we are growing weary and that His amazing grace will be the driving force behind our days until once again we can bring our Zoey home again. Till then ... you'll find me still flapping.